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Lonely Hearts

By: Many Feathers



Lonely Hearts - Chapter One

Let me begin by first introducing myself. My name is John. I am fifty-five years of age, and now a widower as of eighteen months ago when my wife Kathy died from a long terminal illness. Kathy was the love of my life. High school sweethearts, we'd married right after graduation, and then had a son, Mark...shortly thereafter. Mark is currently serving overseas in the Navy as a career officer. I am very proud of him, though I don't get to see as much of him as I'd like to.

I own a small auto repair business. Though I guess it's not so small after all. I now have three separate shops that are spread out throughout the city. I'm certainly not filthy rich, not by a long shot, but I do well enough, and treat my employees well too, which has kept down the turnover, and thus kept things lucrative enough for everyone.

I'm no youngster. But I'm still in reasonably good shape for my age, better than most my age, or so I've been told anyway. I still have a full head of hair, though it's almost pure white now. Had always been a fair-haired blond as a kid, by the time I was in my late twenties, it was already heading towards the snow-white side of things, something to do with genetics, or so I was told anyway. Like my sister Lisa, I have blue eyes, stand just an inch less than six feet. Do I have "love handles?" Yeah...probably so, but it's been a long time since I've had anyone other than Kathy ever wanting to hold onto them. Get my drift?

And as already stated, I have one sister, Lisa. Lisa is three years younger than I am, though she honestly looks ten years younger whenever you see the two of us standing together. She too is in great shape, far better than I am...that's for sure. But she runs every day, and heads to the gym at least twice a week. Something I should probably begin doing myself before things get any worse than they already are. But it seems like there's never enough time in the day to ever do that, spread out as I am amongst the three locations that I spend a couple of days each week overseeing.

More about Lisa. Like me, she's a widower too. Lost her husband Jack, a good friend of mine in fact, almost five years ago now in an auto accident. Not his fault. The ONLY good thing to come out of that, was the substantial settlement she received, not to mention the sizable insurance policy Jack had on himself. As long as she's careful, Lisa will be set for life with that and the small pension she has from her previous employer, having taken an early retirement. 

After Jack died, Lisa would very often come over to our place for dinner on Sunday's, though we eventually ended up just taking turns going back and forth between our two homes every Sunday. After Kathy died, Lisa and I saw no reason to discontinue doing that. If anything, we were both glad for it as it had in essence drawn the two of us closer together again. Lisa has two children, a boy and a girl, both married with four grandkids now between them. Like Mark however, it's infrequent we ever see them. Bree and her husband live in England now where he works, so if I even see my niece, it's once a year now if that. Mathew is almost as bad. He lives in New York, and though it's at least still on the same continent, he too might as well be living over in Europe as often as we see him and his wife Suzan, not to mention the grand kids. He spends more time over there on business, than he does here where his offices in New York are. Needless to say, Bree sees her brother more than we do.

Lisa and I both look forward to their visits of course, as infrequent as they are. But we've come to look forward to our relaxing Sundays together almost more than that even. It's gives us both a chance to have someone to talk to, to bounce things off of the way we used to do so many years ago now.

"John? I've been thinking about something, and have a proposal to make," Lisa told me as I entered her home already heading towards the kitchen as the delicious smell of a pot roast cooking assailed my senses.

"Yeah? And what's that?" I said catching another whiff of freshly baked rolls, still nice and hot, currently wrapped in a clean cooking towel, resting inside a woven basket prior to being served along with the succulent dinner I knew she had prepared for us.

"Hands off...wait until dinner time," she said slapping my hands away from the towel as I'd made a feeble attempt to snare one of them. "Here...enjoy a glass of wine with me until then, we've still got a few minutes yet, and like I said...I want to discuss something with you," she told me.

Lisa's blue eyes are about the only thing we share in common. Like I said, she looks ten years younger at least than she really is. She's always had dark brown hair, another obvious difference between us, that she wears long, though usually in a ponytail. And not that I'd dare even bring it up, but if she does color it to hide away whatever gray might be appearing these days, I'm certainly not privy to that. And though she's certainly in great shape, her age and nature has certainly had something to say about her fairly large breasts. No...they're not nearly as perky as they might once have been, not like I saw them all that often growing up as a kid...only a handful of times perhaps. But I find her, or rather their maturity quite alluring, even if she is my own kid sister. I have to laugh. For a woman who's in her fifties, Lisa's never been one to have been fond of wearing a bra. Obviously she does, especially while out in public, or whenever anyone is expected over. But the few times I've happened to drop in on her unexpectedly, most of the time...she isn't.

I sat down in one of the somewhat comfortable oversized armchairs as she sat down in the identical one across from me. We both took a sip of our wine while I waited on hearing whatever it was that she had to say to me.

"Ok, here's my proposal John, and hear me out first before saying anything, will you do that for me please?"

She was using her condescending voice, so I knew better than to joke around with her, or tease her any at this point. She was obviously being serious. "Go for it," I answered, my equally pat answer, telling her that she had my full and undivided attention here.

"I think you should move in here with me John. It's just plain silly for the two of us to be managing two homes, especially when they're both much, much larger than either one of us really needs, living alone."

We'd sort of toyed with the idea once before, though never getting into the specifics of it, like now as I sat listening, so this wasn't really all that new of an idea, though now as she continued on, she'd obviously given it a great deal of thought, with plenty of well thought out reasons for doing so.

"And it would be better for you to move in with me, as opposed to me moving in with you," she'd begun. "For one thing, this is a little newer home, so not as many things could go wrong living here as opposed to your place. Eventually, you're going to have to start making improvements, and what's the purpose behind that? Secondly, you'll be closer to all three of your offices, almost equal distance to all of them commuting from here. Thirdly, there's plenty of room..but you already know that. You'll have your own room, which is almost as big as my bedroom, not to mention your own private bathroom. Even at your place, you really don't have that, having to go down the hallway from your room in order to get to it."

I wasn't really in any disagreement with my sister here either. She already had me at "commute" though I wasn't about to interrupt her just yet either. Let her sell it to me a little more.

"I only ask one thing John," she said as she finished with a rather lengthy list of reasons why we should do this. 

"And what's that sis?" I asked her curiously.

"Well...just remember. I'm not your mother...or your wife. I'm your sister. And as such, we should treat one another as equals, though in your defense, you always have. Just keep that in mind. Sure, we'll both have separate responsibilities, you have the business, and taking care of whatever needs the property and house might have, or that might arise. I'll keep it neat and clean, keep fresh clean sheets on your bed, and clothes in your closet, not to mention a good home cooked meal waiting for you when you come home at night. Things like that. But...we're equal in every way outside of all that. We share expenses equally, and we discuss everything equally before ever making any major purchases or decisions. So...how's that sound?" She asked.

I looked at her. "So...when should I move in then?" I asked.

**

The house sold faster than either one of us thought it would. I owned the place outright, so that helped, letting it go at far less than it was really worth. Though neither one of us, like I said, really needed the money. It just made it easier to get rid of the place. And even easier was the fact that the new owners were delighted to keep most of the furniture. I didn't really want...or need it. What they didn't want, was given away to charity. All I really wanted, and brought along with me, was my own recliner. A small compromise in bringing it over with me, as it did...well sort of, go with the furniture in the den. A bit of rearranging, and I was all set, and comfortably moved in.

After about two weeks of actually living together, things were just starting to settle into a bit of normalcy for both of us. And admittedly, living closer, and thus cutting down on my commute time between the three shops, had me getting home earlier at night too. That, and coming home every night to a good home-cooked meal as opposed to take out, or bland tasting TV dinners had a distinct advantage. But...even as good as things really were, I could see that something was still troubling Lisa, so after we'd retired to the den to watch some TV, and relax with our evening coffee's together, I decided to ask her what was actually on her mind.

"You noticed huh?" She said smiling just a little.

"Kind of hard not to Lisa. I've seen that look before, so I know something's going on inside that pretty little head of yours...so you might just as well spill it, and tell me now as opposed to stewing over it, and telling me later anyway."

She gave me a look. One I was all too familiar with. "Ok John, here it is...and I expect you to be open with me, the way you used to be when we were still living together under the same roof growing up as kids."

That was indeed the one thing I really had missed. Lisa and I had been close as young adults growing up together. She might have truly been my kid sister, but I was always the one she could come to, and talk to frankly about anything and everything...which back then, had even included sexual situations from time to time.

"Go for it," I told her...letting her know that I too was serious once again, and ready to listen.

"Well, a couple of things really. But for one, let me ask you this John. When you got home at night after working all day...what was the first thing you enjoyed doing after you did get home?"

I thought about it, and answered her easily. "Pretty much what I'm doing now," I said.

"Pretty much," she responded repeating me. "Meaning... not everything right? So be specific John. What aren't you doing now, that you were doing? That would help you and I both better assimilate into this new position we've found ourselves in. What would make you feel more like at home? More comfortable with yourself?"

That was actually pretty easy too, though I laughed as I mentioned it. "About the only thing I don't do, is come home, take off all my clothes and just sit around in my boxers and fart half the time," I informed her jokingly. Though I certainly had farted on occasion around her even here.

Now it was her turn to laugh. "That's what I thought. You sit here dressed until it's time for bed, and then you undress. But doing that, makes you continue to feel more like a guest here John, and not actually at home. Your home...my home. OUR home!" She finished. "I want you to feel free in doing that," she then added. "Though I would appreciate your holding down the fart thing just a little if you wouldn't mind," she then added, making me laugh once again.

"Ok sis, fair enough. And I'd appreciate that. But now tell me...what aren't you doing that would make you feel more comfortable yourself?"

She answered that question in action as opposed to speaking the words, though she did that magical trick thing that most women have for some reason, come to quite naturally do. She'd been sitting there in one of her standard usual tee shirts and a pair of shorts. Suddenly she reached behind herself, undoing the clasp on her bra, in seconds she was pulling it through and then out of the sleeves of her shirt without ever taking it off. Once in hand, she tossed it off to one side, and for a moment at least, caressed her now freed breasts, soothing them with her own touch.

"Much better!" She said grinning at me. "I wasn't sure if that would make you feel uncomfortable or not," she then added. 

"Hey, if you don't mind having your own brother walking around in his boxer shorts, I certainly don't mind if my sister walks around without a bra," I leered at her teasingly. The fact was though, her nipples were clearly evident, pressed against the almost too tight tee shirt they way they were. A reminder of what I'd caught a few glimpses of as a kid from time to time. Lisa as I recalled, always had had fairly large, dark areolas. Not to mention her actual nipples, which even now looked thick and hard-pressed against the material of her shirt. And like I said, maybe they didn't stand up nearly as much as they once did, but they were mature and full looking, just the way I liked them. Kathy too had had fairly large breasts, and I had always enjoyed playing with them, seeing them. Something I had sorely missed. It had been that long, since her death, that I'd even seen a woman's breasts, now sitting here not quite seeing exactly, but certainly noticing my sisters.

"I'm no different that you are John. I like being comfortable at the end of the day." And then she did surprise me, as she stood up, unzipped the shorts she was wearing, and let them suddenly fall down around her ankles where she promptly kicked them off to one side, sitting down once again.

Ok. She wasn't wearing a thong, or anything like that. But she wasn't wearing granny panties either, which would have likewise surprised me if she had been. What she was wearing, was a simple pair of white cotton panties that covered her modestly enough without showing or hinting at anything.

"Ok John, your turn. Get comfortable."

OK...so it did feel a little strange. But I stood, first removing my shoes, and then taking off my shirt. I did turn as I undid my belt, next unzipping my pants, sitting down again as I took them off, folding them and temporarily hanging them over the back of the chair I was sitting in.

"Please tell me you don't sit around with your socks on either," she laughed looking at me sitting there in my boxers and socks. "If you'd like a nice pair of slippers, I'll go out and get you some."

I leaned forward, taking off my socks as well, though as I did, noticing the open fly of my boxers part, the tip of my cock suddenly appearing, though I quickly closed the opening with my hand, having removed the socks now, adding them to my neat tidy pile. The problem was, I had actually stiffened a little. Just a little mind you. Nothing to write home about, or even make a fuss over really, certainly not with my sister sitting there. But it was because she was sitting there in nothing more than a pair of panties and a tee shirt with her nipples pressing against it that had even remotely stimulated those now long dead urges and thoughts. Even being my sister and all, this would still take some getting used to.

Worse however...my quick, unexpected, unanticipated emergence hadn't gone unnoticed.

"And that raises another question John, something else we should probably discuss here," she said sitting back, taking a long pull on her wine, pouring herself another, and then offering me the bottle. There had been no attempt at masking where her eyes had been for a moment either as I saw her look away from my crotch after having closed the opening again. I felt my face flush upon realizing that if I leaned forward to accept the bottle from her, we'd have a repeat performance here. Maybe she realized it too, so she stood, walking over to actually refill my glass herself. The problem with that was, as she leaned forward in pouring it, her blouse gapped considerably, giving me a clear and unobstructed view of her now bare breasts, not to mention those same erect nipples I'd been looking at as she did that. She soon stood however, as I purposely averted my eyes from what I'd seen, though I now took a look at my sisters still near perfect ass as she made her way back over towards her own chair, sitting down again.

"And what question might that be?" I asked finally answering as I too took a long sip of my wine.

"Sex." Came her one worded answer. "We should probably talk about that too." She said. And then we both took another drink.

**

I laughed nervously, taking another drink. "Sex? What's that?" I said trying to make a joke out of it, though she too obviously appeared nervous.

"It's what we both used to enjoy doing at one time," she quipped. "Though it sounds like it's almost been as long for you, as it's been for me," she said candidly.

"You telling me you haven't since..."

"Jack? No," she said shaking her head confirming she hadn't. "The only thing I've been dating is my battery-operated toy."

"Jesus Lisa!" I remarked shocked at hearing that she even had one of those things. Even Kathy had shied away from ever using one, though I had once suggested her getting one just as a way of spicing up our sex-life. She'd treated me to a cucumber episode, which had been good enough without the addition of batteries.

"What? Just because I'm still single and not seeing anyone, doesn't mean I don't still have the urges or desires from time to time John," she said giving me that look again. "And I seriously doubt you don't either," she then added accusing me.

The truth is, I hadn't masturbated much at all since my wife's death. Only a handful of times at best really, though there had been one incident, which I actually told Lisa about.

"Ok, so I'm not quite as celibate as you are," I confessed. "Though even that was almost an accident."

"Don't tell me...you were walking along with a hard on, tripped and accidentally slipped inside some woman's pussy," she said.

I had almost forgotten just how crass Lisa could get, though her mannerisms and uninhibited nature never failed to make me laugh.

"Not quite...but almost," I said seeing her expression change to one of curiosity as she settled back into her chair.

"Ok...so spill it. Tell me...what DID happen then?" She asked.

"Two months ago, just before Christmas at the annual office party?" I tossed out as she nodded her head remembering I had invited her to come to it, though she never did. As we always did, we rented out a small local bar, owned by a friend of mine who closed the place just for us so we could hold our annual Christmas party there. Between the three shops, with the employees and their significant others, we had nearly sixty people there, give or take a few. Barb...a woman that worked in the main shop that I spent most of my time at, was just as good a service repair technician as any of the guys were. And she didn't take any guff from anyone either, with good reason. She could probably handle herself well in a fair fight with any of them. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not saying she was a butch-dyke lesbian, even if she did happen to look like one. Nor had anyone been daring enough, or stupid enough to ask her about that either. Barb...well, Barb was just Barb. And for the most part, everyone let it go at that. The fact she didn't come with anyone, was telling perhaps. But even then, no one asked her if she was planning on bringing anyone. Certainly not me anyway. The one problem Barb did have however, was being able to hold her liquor. She was as we used to say, a "cheap date" or "easy drunk," after three fairly stiff drinks, Barb was bobbing and weaving about through the tables and chairs with everyone expecting her to topple over at any moment.


Lonely Hearts



Meet Eric and Katya. The two live as neighbors at a duplex house on the corner of Cromwell Avenue and Lagosa Street. They have a lot in common, but they don't know each other; except that they are neighbors. For Valentine's Day it may just be a typical day for them, but a conversation in the chat room will make a connection between the two.

Eric is a 34 year old Spanish male with black hair and a slender build. His daily life is work, sleep, and surf the internet. He has been divorced for quite some time and he rarely goes out to meet people. He owns his place and loves where he lives. His neighbor, Katya is an attractive 36 year old Russian woman with piercing green; deep-set eyes, auburn red-hair, and a beautiful build. Since her divorce, she too leads the same lifestyle as Eric. All she does is work, sleep, and surf the internet. She goes out on the occasion; usually to shop, but doesn't mingle with people very much. Plus, she enjoys living at a place she owns next door to Eric. The two have crossed each other a few times, but never formally met. If they only knew how much they have in common about each other.

It all began one Tuesday evening when Eric, whose screen name is Tiger met Katya; screen name Diamondgirl, online. Their conversation began with introductions and simple chats, but the two became quickly acquainted. They shared many things they have in common, like, their relationship status and what they normally do on their spare time.

The two told each other what they do for a living and where they work; coincidentally, they work in the downtown area. Eric is a librarian at the Central Library, and Katya works as a hotel manager at a luxury hotel. The two talked for hours until it was time to go to bed. Their conversation left them feeling that there was a possible connection. They hoped to see each other online the next day.

Wednesday begins like any other day. Both Eric and Katya lead their separate; daily lives. Throughout the day, they have crossed each other several times without knowing who they are online. They ride the light rail to work, and they order lunch at a deli not far from their workplaces. Their schedules are almost alike, except that Eric comes home an hour later, and sometimes he eats at a local diner a couple of blocks away from home.

As the evening comes, Katya comes home. She changes her clothes for something more comfortable, and then she unwinds by making herself a cup of tea and warming her leftover dinner that she made from the previous day. After finishing her dinner, she logs on her computer to see if she could meets with Eric again. Apparently, he is not online. Instead, she sends him an email.

Meanwhile, Eric comes home carrying his take-out. He sets his food on the table, so he can unwind. He logs on his computer and checks his email. He reads and email that was sent by Katya and it reads:

From: Diamondgirl

To: Tiger

Subject: No Subject

Hey, I had a great time talking with you last night and I hope to talk more with you.

-Katya

Eric sends an email reply, and then gets changed to his house clothes. He relaxes on the couch and watches t.v., while eating his take out food. The time passes to 10pm and he becoming tired. He turns off the t.v. and checks his computer to see if Katya returned his email. There was no response, so he turns of his computer and heads to bed.

Several hours later, Eric wakes up in the middle of the night. He tosses and turns, as he tries to fall back asleep. He gets up to check the time on his alarm clock. It reads 2:30AM. Frustrated, he gets out of bed and walks to the living room to surf the internet. He turns on this computer, and walks to the kitchen to get himself a glass of water. As he returns, he checks his email and discovers a response from Katya and it reads:

From: Diamondgirl

To: Tiger

Subject: RE: No subject

Hi Eric, I 'm sorry I didn't get back to you sooner. I fell asleep as I waited for you...

Before Eric could finish reading his email, Katya's screen name, Diamondgirl appears in a popped-up instant message window. The two chat online under their screen names.

Diamondgirl: Hi Eric.

Tiger: Katya, Hi. I couldn't sleep. I checked to see if you were online.

Diamondgirl: I have a confession to tell you.

Tiger: What kind of confession? I hope you're not going to tell me that you're a man.

Diamondgirl: LOL. No. I am a woman, very much woman. I was up thinking about you too.

Tiger: Me too, I had trouble sleeping because I was thinking about you.

Diamondgirl: So you feel that way too?

Tiger: Yeah. Hey, why don't we exchange phone numbers so we can talk on the phone? I'd like to hear your voice.

Diamondgirl: Well, I hope you can understand my accent.

The two exchange their phone numbers over the internet, and logged off when they finished. Eric returns to his bedroom to get his cell phone, and call Katya. When Katya picks up, on the other line, he is amazed by the sound of her voice.

"You have a lovely voice" he complimented.

Katya, on the other line, giggles "No, you just like my accent."

For a while, the two talk over the phone. They were getting to know more about each other. There is a comfort between Eric and Katya; they can share anything with each other. Somewhere in the conversation Katya becomes flirtatious with Eric over his real name.

"I love the name Enrique." She adds "It sound so six-swen-yay" 

He chuckles and asks, "What does that mean?"

She answered, "Sexy. I love your name and I call you Enrique from now on." She continues; flirtatiously moaning out his name, but this time she speaks in Spanish, "Aye Enrique, siempre hablo claro su nombre, consigo esta comezón dentro de mí y tengo ganas de quererle más."

Translation: Oh Enrique, everytime I speak out your name, I get this tingle inside me and I feel like wanting you more.

So amazed that he compliments Katya "Wow, I didn't know you can speak Spanish perfectly."

"I speak three languages. You like? I speak more"

The thought of hearing Katya on the other line has left Eric feeling hard. There is a minute of silence and two become turned on, that they express their urges. Eric reaches down his shorts to stroke himself. Meanwhile, Katya slides her hand down herself. She lets out a sensuous moan over the phone. She calls out his name "Enrique" and masturbates herself. She continues to tell him Spanish of how she would want to be treated in bed.

"Enrique, quiero sentirme su largo y difícil mí dentro de mí. No piense en nosotros apasionadamente jodiendo hasta que yo cum sobre usted y usted cum en mí."

Translation: Enrique, I want to feel your long and hard self inside me. Think of us passionately fucking until I cum on you and you cum in me.

Eric whispers out to Katya "I want you."

She responds back "I want you so bad."

The phone sex goes on for a while, until Katya's moan grow louder and louder. Eric is stroking himself faster, while Katya is rubbing herself harder. Eric can feel his balls ready to tremble and he tries to hold his release, but he spasms uncontrollably and lets out his first ooze. He gives out a hard grunt as he cums on himself. Katya, on the other line, can hear what Eric did. Just hearing him cum has caused her body to squirm and orgasm. She gives off a hard moan over the phone. The sound of ecstasy is heard from each other.

Eric, ecstatic from the phone sex experience, says "Wow! I can't believe it happened!"

She replies, "Me too." She adds "Enrique, I have confession."

Eric chuckles, "What's your confession?"

Katya pauses. She wants to tell him how she feels about him, but she holds back; due to awkward timing.

"I have never done this before."

He replies, "Me neither."

Although, the felt wierded-out they were comfortable, and they talked for another while until they were finally tired and went to sleep. But not before they said their good nights.

Their Thursday morning begins with the two waking up to a sensuous feeling in the air. Their whole day will become very unusual, as their daily routines are slowed from their infatuations of each other. At the Central Library, Eric is working putting books away on the shelves, but he realizes that he is placing them in the wrong periodical sections. All day, he can't help thinking about Katya. But every time he thinks of her his cock grows under his slacks and he becomes embarrassed; afraid the library patrons will get the wrong impression if they approached him for assistance.

Katya, on the other hand, was making several mistakes at her job. She printed out the wrong reports. She nearly short-changed a customer, who decided to pay their room with cash, and she lost her words when the phone rang as she called a customer Eric, instead of a formal business salutations. During their lunch breaks, the two were nearly a danger to themselves, because they didn't look both ways from on-coming traffic. As the day turns into early evening hours, Katya couldn't believe what's happened to her. All she can think about was Eric and last night. As her shift comes to an end, she sends an email to Eric from her job.

Meanwhile, Eric is stacking reference books on the cart, rolls past a row of computers. He sets the cart aside and goes on the computer, to quickly check for any emails from Katya. To his surprise he receives it and reads it. The email reads:

From: Diamondgirl

To: Tiger

Subject: Last night.

Eric, what did you do to me? I could not stop thinking about you. I was making mistakes like never before and I couldn't stay focus on what I'm doing. I really can't wait to see you online tonight. I thought about meeting you at work, and take you to a room where we can. (Hint) Please come home tonight. I want to do it again.

-Katya

Eric cock grows after reading the email. He just can't wait until tonight. In fact, he decides to reply to Katya and sends out a very hot; mouth-watering email. As soon as he finishes, he closes out the window and returns to work, but not until he was caught by his supervisor. Embarrassed, he clears his throat and hopes that his boss didn't notice his erection.

Later that evening, Katya comes home. She sets aside her coat and immediately logs on her computer. She notices an email response from Eric. It reads:

From: Tiger

To: Diamondgirl

Subject: RE: Last night.

Katya, I couldn't stop thinking about you all day. In fact, just thinking of your name has given me a hard on all day. Now here's what I want you to do while I'm at work, think of yourself sitting on a chair, with your legs spread open and I eat you out. Think of me as I suck on your nipples and you lick my fingers, when you beg me to fuck you. Think of me when I then insert my cock in you and fuck you until you beg me to cum. You and I exchange saliva as we kiss and I suddenly compliment your pussy with a hot load all over you. I can't to meet you online.

-Eric

The anticipation from the email made her feel very wet. Since she could not sit still, she raises her skirt and sinks her hand down her panties and begins rubs herself. She caresses her clit and makes circle motions around it. Her moans begin to grow louder as she picks up momentum from rubbing herself. Her eyes are closed with an imagination about Eric, and she becomes breathless as she is approaches orgasm. She rubs harder and faster until her body goes into euphoric stage. She can barely stay in her seat as her body tenses. The orgasm gave her an explosive feeling in her body, causing her to squirm uncontrollably. Once her orgasm settles down, she manages catch her wind, send a reply email to Eric.

An hour later, Eric comes home. He hangs his coat in the closet and gets settled. He goes to the fridge to get his leftover take-out food from last night, and warms it up in the microwave. While he waits for his leftover to warm up, he goes to his computer and logs on to see if there was reply from Katya. He noticed Katya sent a replied email and it reads:

From: Diamondgirl

To: Tiger

Subject: No Subject

Enrique, that letter you sent me made me very hot inside. I can't wait to see you online tonight.

-Katya

Eric smiles. He can't wait until he chats with her. All this anticipation for Katya took away his appetite to finish his dinner. His cell phone rings, on the other line is Katya, so he answers, "Hello?"

Katya, on the other line asks "Enrique, what are you doing?"

He replies, "Just getting in, I thought you were going to be online?"

Out of nowhere, she demands "Change of plans. Come get naked, I'm really horny."

Eric's reaction from Katya's request made his cock painfully hard. The two take off their pants and begin having phone sex. Katya, naked from the waist below is rubbing herself. Her eyes are closed and she slowly squirm her body from the rhythm of her masturbation. Meanwhile, at Eric's place he is slowly caressing his stiffening cock, while he overhears Katya on the other line moaning softly. The two exchanges their moans, until Katya's moans grow louder. He listens carefully and jerks off only enough to detect Katya climaxing. So he won't cum prematurely. Katya finally climaxes and cries out over the phone, "Fuck, I'm going to cum!"

Eric strokes his cock hard, until he releases his juices all over himself. He lets out a hard groan, while he overhears Katya orgasm from the other line. As the two begin to catch wind, they talk.

Katya; suddenly seductively compliment him "You are very... Zakh-va-tuvy-shii."

Eric laughs and replies "What ever that means, thanks."

"Addictive." She adds, "You are very addictive. I was thinking about coming over to your place and fuck you. All through the day I was thinking about you. I was making a lot of mistakes. Whatever you did to me, made me feel... well you know."

"Yeah, I know. But is what we feel real or just lust?" He asks.

She replies "We just wait and see. Where do you live?"

"Cromwell Avenue, and you?" he asks.

Excited, she continues "I live on same block, where?"

"Lagosa Street." He adds, "Why? You live there too."

Katya's reaction is in disbelief. She wonders if the guy she has feelings for lives next door to her. She immediately replies a different answer. "No, I live on other side of town. I wondered what if we live next door to each other."

"Wow! That would be dreams come true." He adds, "We could spend a lot of nights together. Go to your place or my place for dinner, except I don't cook very well. We could watch movies together at home and have lots of time to catch up. It's been years since I've been with someone. However, I don't even know my next door neighbor. She's a young woman who says hi and bye to me, but never says a word."

Katya wants to confess, but she restrains herself from telling Eric and tells him "I wished I did live next door to you and I could cook for you."

Eric replies "If you were here at my door. I'd probably want to see you in a lingerie serving me dinner."

She laughs, "Maybe."

Eric asks, "So Why do you call yourself Diamondgirl?"

Seductively, she answers "Because I have a real diamond piercing on my navel. And why do you call yourself Tiger, is it you have the strength of a tiger in bed?"

Eric blushes and laughs. "Naw, I could. But I was born in '74. The Year of the Tiger"

"I was born in 1972, what year is that?"

"Year of the Rat." He answered.

She laughs and replies "I'm not a rat. I am a woman, remember. Very woman."

"How woman?" He asks.

"Very woman, you'll see, and no I'm not huge. Just woman."

Eric laughs, "I didn't think of that. And I probably wouldn't care. Let's meet on Valentine's Day. We could go someplace for dinner."

Katya becomes silent for a few seconds. She's worried that Eric will find out that she doesn't across town, but she doesn't want to refuse. She replies, "I'd like that. Want to meet after work?

"Sure. Valentine's is Monday and it's Thursday. What do we do for the next several days?" He asks.

"We do what we normally do over the phone. Maybe when we meet, we go to my place. I might serve you dinner in my lingerie."

Eric smiles and replies "Mmm, I get to have dessert after dinner."

They laugh and continue to talk throughout the night.

The very next day, Katya leaves work to go on her lunch break. Instead of going to the deli down the street, she goes to the Central Library to see what Eric looks like. As she enters, she looks around to see if she could recognize him. She crosses the reference desk, and she sees Eric placing books on the desk, while he talks to his co-worker. She recognizes his voice, and approaches the reference desk to see if she if could read his work badge. Once she confirms that the work badge has Eric's name on it. Eric; not recognizing Katya asks "Hi how may I help you?"

Katya becomes pale and doesn't answer. She feared that her accent will give way to Eric recognizing her.

Eric then calls her out. "Hey, I know you. You live next door to me."

Katya freezes and then she nods.

He continues, "You don't speak English. You from Russia?" She nods. As she grabs a book from the desk.

Eric continues, "We've live next door and we never introduced. I'm Eric and you are?"

Nervously she answers, but she alters her voice to a timid tone "Rina"

"Nice to meet you. Is there anything I can help you with?"

Katya takes a quick glance at the title of the book and it reads "English Dictionary" she smiles and replies,

"No, I need to read this book. But thank you anyway."

"Okay, well nice meeting you." Eric returns to work and Katya walks away carrying the dictionary. She realizes that Eric didn't recognize her voice. She carries the dictionary and places it at a desk near the exit. She leaves the Central Library Building to return to work.

The time moves forward for Katya to leave work. She sets her handbag on the desk, and places her keys on top of the handbag as she gives her shift relief the details about some reservations. Outside, there is a nasty storm pouring both rain and snow and Katya is becoming concerned about catching the light rail train. She clocks out, grabs her handbag; not realizing that she dropped her house keys to the floor, and hurries outside to catch the light rail train that is docking at the station. She barely makes it to the train on time, but she is partially soaked. Throughout the train ride home, she thinks of ways she would like to approach Eric, after meeting him. She is also wants to tell him the truth, because of what she told where she lived.

As the train approaches her station she gets off and walks home. She stands in front of a puddle she doesn't realize, and a passing bus speeds by splashing a wave of slush and water over her. Her hair suddenly soaked and her make up is running from the results of the splash. Frustrated, she walks home.

Once she arrives at her place on Lagosa, she digs her hands down her coat pockets and realizes that she is missing her house keys. She reaches for her cell phone in her other pocket and it is out service, because it is damaged from the splash. She realizes that her night is going to get bad; all she can do is wait for Eric to arrive.

An hour passed, and Eric arrives at the door soaked and wet. He notices Katya; whom he only knows her as Rina, drenched and shivering.

"Rina, are you okay?"

Katya responds, "Yes. I lost my keys."

"You're welcome to stay at my house, until we can figure a way to get you in."

She smiles and without reluctance she nods. They enter Eric's place and they take off their coats to hang dry. The two enter the living room, and Eric kicks off his shoes.

"You'll have to excuse my appearance. My maid quit on me."

She giggles, "Your place looks fine."

"Thank you." He continues, "You're shivering. Would you like to wait here, while I get some clothes for you?"




Lonely Hearts Ch. 02



As Lisa stood there tenderly wiping all the come off my shaft and balls, I remembered what she'd told me much earlier when I had first agreed to move in. She indeed wasn't mom...nor was she my wife. Hell, even Kathy never did what she was now doing to me. She was in fact my sister. And what she was doing now, was indeed something my sister would do. Something she had always done, taken care of me in her own unique way. Though this was something that was certainly unique, cleaning up her brother's cock after he'd just finished wanking it off in front of her. Though admittedly, the fact that her tits were still hanging out wasn't exactly sisterly.

"Thank you again John," she said sounding more like a sister as she once more planted another kiss on my forehead. Thinking back on that, it was rare that I ever remember kissing her on the lips at all. Usually always on the cheek, or if on the lips...it was always one of those really quick "smooch" kisses. But if Lisa was to kiss me first, it was usually always on the forehead. The thing was, as she did that...leaned forward, her breasts literally came into direct contact with my face. I remember kissing one, though to be honest, I don't remember which one. The fact she didn't react to my doing that either way was curiously interesting as well. And I was even a bit shocked at myself for having done so. It was almost automatic for me. It was just there, and I sweetly, softly and quickly had kissed it. Not even on the nipple, just somewhere on the breast as she stood back once more, and then retreated back up the stairs carrying the cum-coated washcloth she'd brought down with her after telling me goodnight.

"Night sis," I responded in kind, sitting there still feeling the tingle of my thoroughly washed dick. What had happened between us still seemed surreal. In all the years we had known one another, even after all the semi-frank intimate discussions we had had together through the years, including on occasion discussions we'd had and shared about various sexual problems in our respective marriages. Never once...had I sat back and entertained sexual thoughts regarding my sister. And I would have been willing to bet, Lisa hadn't entertained any of me either. And now...less than ten minutes ago, we'd both been sitting here watching one another masturbate. Would it be something we'd both come to regret? Have guilty thoughts about for letting it happen? Would what happened eventually ruin what we'd only recently managed to bring together. The closeness of a relationship we'd once shared. 

I soon after went upstairs to bed myself, walking past my sister's closed bedroom door. The lights were off as evidenced by the darkness coming from beneath the door. I stopped briefly, considering whether to knock on her door or not, and then thought better of it, walking down the hallway towards my room.

I didn't get a hell of a lot of sleep that night.

**

I had eventually dozed off yes, but it was a very restless sleep. Waking the moment I heard her bedroom door open and then close, followed by footsteps heading down the hall towards the stairs. I sat up in bed, too wired...unable to sleep any more.

"Might as well face the music," I told myself. Now that time had passed between us, I had a pretty good idea that if there was a problem now, I'd see it almost immediately in my sister's reaction and attitude. She'd always been that way. You could tell a storm was brewing long before she ever told you why, or what was troubling her. I swore her blue eyes turned gray just before the shit ever hit the fan.

I was curious as to what color they'd be this morning.

It was rare that I ever had to go into work on a Saturday. Open only until 2:00 anyway, usually my shop foremen could handle whatever situations might arise. Only if they couldn't did they ever call me. After taking my morning piss, I threw on a clean pair of boxers, but then slipped into an old bathrobe of mine. I didn't want to give the mistaken impression that I was anxious to go anywhere by getting dressed. But I also didn't want to make any other assumptions either, especially showing up downstairs in the kitchen wearing only my boxers. Slipping on the new pair of slippers Lisa had purchased for me, I headed down stairs to check out the color of her eyes, and see if there was any hint of what might be going on inside her head. I could already smell the coffee brewing by the time I entered the kitchen area. Lisa had already taken down two mugs out of the cupboard and was just then placing them on the table when I entered.

"Thought I heard you. Coffee should be ready in just a couple of minutes," she said smiling. She was wearing the same "comfortable" looking tee she had had on last night, though she had changed her panties. These were a light blue. But...that was all she was wearing. Once again those same hard nipples of hers were clearly defined beneath the material of her tee. It was difficult not staring at them as she walked back over with the pot, pouring us each a cup. "Sleep well?" She now asked, though continuing before I could respond to that. "I sure as hell did," she grinned. "But then again I always do after having a really nice orgasm," she freely said.

I noticed her eyes. I swear they were bluer than I had ever seen them.

She sat sipping her coffee looking at me. "You don't have to go into work today do you?" She asked.

"Ah...no. Not unless somebody calls me," I informed her. "Why? You need me to do something?" I asked wondering if there was some chore she had asked me about, and that I had perhaps forgotten to do or something. 

"Yeah, there is something I would like you to do...or rather let me do," she said stoically, looking serious.

I sipped my own coffee now, looking at her. "And... that is?"

"I want to watch you come again. Only this time, I'd like to see it a lot closer up, and maybe even...do it myself."

My sister was full of all kinds of surprises. "Gees Lisa," I stammered not sure of what I should be saying to that. "I mean...shit, last night..."

"What about last night? You having misgivings about it?" She asked only now looking worried.

"Well no, I mean...not really no. I just think that maybe last night was, you know...one of those spur of the moments."

"More like a sperm of the moment," she quipped once again trying to lighten up the suddenly tense situation. Though it worked, as it usually did. Her often crass manner, never failed to get a chuckle out of me.

"It was that wasn't it?" I answered her back chuckling just a bit. "But you know what I'm trying to say here Lisa," I said getting a bit serious again. "It was admittedly hot watching you...but Jesus sis...I am after all..."

"Yeah, my brother. I know. But think of it in these terms," she said standing up to grab the coffee pot in order to pour us both another coffee. Before doing that however, I sat there watching her as she reached the counter, then reaching down, and in one swift yank, she pulled the tee shirt she was wearing up and over her head. Only then turning around, coffee pot in hand, with her tits hanging out. "You finally get to see these just about any time that you like, and for no other reason but they're there. And I don't mind at all you're seeing them...or even touching them, or..."she winked. "Kissing them some more if you want to."

"So...she had realized that," I thought to myself.

"Think of it in this way John," she now continued. "We're not really doing anything. Nothing more than what we both wanted to see or do when we were younger, though neither one of us would ever admit it back then. So...here we are, we're older and wiser now. But more importantly John, we're living together. And we're bound to run into certain intimate situations from time to time. And...we're both normal functional human beings with desires and urges just like everyone else. So, now we have the opportunity to more or less explore those old feelings, and do so with complete honesty and understanding towards one another. Hell, I'll be the first to admit it John. I'm curious about you. I enjoyed seeing you, watching you. And I want to see more of that. I'm not saying let's run upstairs and fuck John. All I'm saying is, I wouldn't mind doing what we did last night from time to time. Sort of keep the edge off, and keep my sanity so to speak. You know what I mean?"

"I think it's already too late for that."

She glared at me, and then laughed. She knew I was teasing her. "You might be right. I think I've already lost my mind, or going insane...or eventually would have, had I not gotten a refresher course in what it's like to see a man's nice hard cock again. Like yours was," she said. "Like it's hopefully getting now," she paused once more looking at me. Me...looking at her luscious, freely exposed tits.

"It is."

"Well then? You're probably going to be jerking it off again soon here anyway, so you just might as well let me watch you when you do. Or...let me do it for you," she added hopefully.

"That's it? That's as far as it goes then right?" I asked having already given myself into this...to her, to what I now knew we'd probably be doing from time to time. The thought of which suddenly seemed perfectly normal, perfectly acceptable, and more than all right. "As long as we didn't take it much beyond that," I found myself telling myself, wondering if I believed it even as I considered the words.

"That goes for me too you know," she then added. "So if you want to touch me a little, you can. Or kiss my tits again," she grinned. "Or even suck them some...I like, and miss feeling that."

I missed it too, and told her so.

"Would you like to suck one of them now?" She asked.

I couldn't believe she was actually asking me this as I sat there nodding my head yes. She grinned from ear to ear, slid her chair over next to mine, and cupped one of her large breasts offering it to me. "Be my guest," she said pleasurably. Trembling, I reached over taking it in my own hands, and then gingerly bent over and began nursing it.

**

As I sat there sucking on my sister's tits, there was a bit of a surprise for both of us. Suddenly I could taste this sweetness, and realized I was actually sucking mother's milk from her breast. I sat up looking at her in surprise, squeezed her breast again, specifically her nipple, and saw several bubbles of milk appear around her extended gland. Lisa giggled almost embarrassedly.

"It never really went away," she informed me. "Since I tend to play with them so much, whenever I'm masturbating, it keeps them stimulated, and keeps producing milk. Hope you don't mind...Jack...Jack, loved it," she said obviously choked up a little as she said that.

I'd never tasted it myself. But found it intriguing, interesting, manipulating her nipples once again, this time with enough force that she actually sprayed a little, making her laugh. "Wow!" I exclaimed, once more leaning over to recapture her tit in my mouth, sucking her milk as she placed her hand on the back of my head, pressing me against her.

"Hard to express in words how that feels," she said softly. "You...sucking my breast. The sensation of that, drawing the milk out through my nipple. It's like there's a direct line from that, all the way down to my...my cunt!" She said using the more vulgar term, but I knew in her using that, saying that...she was alerting me to just how aroused she was becoming. "Or more specifically, my clit!" She then added to that. "God that feels good John, really good. Sometimes...I could even have or experience a mini orgasm just from having my tits played with and manipulated like this," she moaned softly still holding my head against her breast, almost feeding it to me as she held it within her own hand now as well.

I was hard as a fucking rock, which her hand soon discovered as she dropped it down into my lap, easily locating my stiff phallus, fondling and squeezing it as a nice fat dollop of lubrication flowed from the tip. I felt my sister's fingers spreading it about the head, teasing me, pleasuring me in ways I had long forgotten.

"Fuck sis....fuck!" Was all I could say.

"I know," she whispered back saying nothing more, though pushing me away then as she suddenly stood up. "Come on John...I need a shower, and so do you," she said slyly.

"Shower? Together?" I asked incredulously as she now took my hand in hers, pulling me up out of my seat.

"Sure...why not? We both need one, at least I do."

"I've ah...I've ah...never done that."

Now it was my sister's turn to look at me in stunned surprise. "You're kidding me right? You and Kathy never once took a shower together?"

"Don't laugh Lisa. But no...we didn't. There's a lot you don't know. Don't get me wrong here, I loved her very much. But our sex-life was far less than perfect. About the only time we ever did do anything was during the week just before her period. And then if I was lucky, we'd maybe have sex two or three times that week. It was almost automatic with her, like clockwork. It got to the point where I got pretty good at guessing when her period was coming, and started anticipating that it was almost "sex-week" as I came to call it. Though even that was again like I said, less than what I had always wanted or hoped for. Most of the time she'd let me know she was in the 'mood' by standing at the foot of the stairs in one of the few somewhat sexy negligee's she actually owned. After seeing her, she'd head back upstairs to the bedroom. By the time I got there, she was in bed, with the lights off. I rarely saw her actually naked, only a handful of times really in all the years we were married did she consent to 'day-light' sex. And even then, she was usually wearing something. So seeing her totally naked was usually by accident."

We had reached her bedroom as she led me inside towards her own private bathroom. Far larger than my own, with both a tub and a shower. The shower itself big enough to accommodate four people as she leaned in turning the water on, adjusting the temperature.

"I'm sorry. I had no idea John," she said after listening to me. "I always thought you and Kathy had as intimate and passionate of a relationship as Jack and I did. Even the few times we spent together, Kathy didn't seem shy about openly discussing things with me, so I just assumed that she was a little bit like me in that regard."

"She was good at fooling people. Including me sis," I told her as she stepped into the shower, me following. "I sort of stretched the truth a little about the cucumber thing. She didn't actually do that for me...I actually caught her using it." Lisa laughed at that, already beginning to soap me up, though purposely refraining from washing my now somewhat flaccid cock as I stood there beneath the spray.

"Ok, explain that one to me," she asked.

"Well, the plain and simple truth is this. Something that always did frustrate and confuse me Lisa. It wasn't like she was exactly frigid or anything. Aside from the time we only really did it was during sex-week, I know for a fact she masturbated a lot. I actually caught her doing it a number of times, though she vehemently denied it even then. Even when it was almost too obvious to do so, even then she still did. But there was one time when things were really slow at work. My own car needed some minor work done, so I had decided to keep the crew busy at least, not just standing around, and had them work on my car. Slow as it was, I then decided to take the afternoon off, caught a bus and went home. Obviously not expecting me, I came in the back way. I knew that it was pretty close to her 'time', so I was sort of in hopes of surprising her, enticing her perhaps into having one of our rare daytime romps. Well, she surprised me actually. I found her, sitting there in the living room, watching the TV, masturbating. Though at first, I didn't know she actually was. I mean picture this sis. There she was, wearing one of the few business skirts and blouses she owns, complete with having the matching jacket on. Only her feet are propped up against the edge of the coffee table. Her blouse is mostly undone, her large breasts fully exposed, which was my first clue that something didn't look right. Though that's when I noticed the subtle movement of her hand down between her legs, and knew she was playing with herself...masturbating. But the really weird part of all this was, she was watching a fucking soap opera Lisa! Not even porn, not some sexy or racy movie even...a fucking Soap opera! Anyway, it was about then I saw her remove what I now discovered was a cucumber. Like I said, I'd tried a number of times to suggest sex-toys, by way of trying to spice up our sex-life a little. She said that she didn't want to get "hooked" on something like that. And that she preferred the real thing anyway. And yet...here she was, sitting on the couch in her business attire, fucking herself with a giant-sized cucumber, watching a Soap opera. I mean, I know I'm not hung, or anything like that. But if she could only really get off with monsters like that inside her, no wonder..."

I noticed then there was actually a tear in my sister's eye as her hand finally found me, though holding me gently, not even really stroking me yet, just fondling my cock delicately. "Like I said John, I'm sorry. I had no idea. And it's not like you're puny in that regard either," she said now stroking my dick a bit more forcefully, enticing me once more. "Trust me, I know. Jack wasn't even quite as big as you are, and he was more than adequate in that department, and certainly knew how to use it in satisfying me. So if Kathy thought of you as being less than enough for her, that was her problem. But I can assure you, she never went outside your marriage looking for something else either. I would have known that, sensed that if she had."

"Oh, I don't doubt that for a minute sis. I know she never cheated on me, though I almost wish that she had in a way. Her secret masturbation episodes, especially when I confronted her with them after catching her, drove me nuts. Her denying that she did, when it would have been more arousing and exciting for me to hear her actually admit that she did, or had instead. But then seeing her...seeing her like that, obviously off in some sort of weird twisted fantasy, well...it was almost too much for me."

"Well, everyone has fantasies John. I certainly do too. And I daresay, that some of mine could be considered weird or twisted as you say, even more so than Kathy's was. But yes...I do agree with you on the other hand, the fact she denied having them or more importantly at least sharing them with you, does seem a little strange. I mean...well, Jack and I enjoyed some pretty sick or twisted pillow talk from time to time. And I'll be honest with you John, you know how much Jack liked you, considered you more a friend than his brother."

"Yeah, I know...felt the same way about him too," I told her. Lisa nodded her head, though continuing.

"A few times...when we were sort of role-playing or fantasizing there in bed while making love, he'd on occasion ask me about threesomes with another man or woman. We'd discussed it several times, though up until then, we'd never actually pursued that or done anything. And then finally he came right out and asked me if there was any one person that I was willing to admit to as being sexually attracted to, or interested in. There was...so I told him."

"Who?" I asked curiously.

"You," she said leaning into me now, resting her head against my chest, still lovingly holding my rapidly hardening cock within her hands. The feel of her firm full breasts now mashed against my chest as we stood there beneath the water together.

"Me?" I asked incredulously. "You told Jack that?" I now asked stunned upon hearing this.




Lonely Hearts Ch. 02



"I did. And the funny thing was, Jack thought that was damn fucking hot. His very words. And he even told me, of all the men he knew, friends he had, that you would probably be the only other person he would honestly feel comfortable sharing me with. Watching me with. And that for him became a personal fantasy. I'm almost embarrassed to tell you John...more than once, we both pretended that he was you while he fucked me. Those were some of the wildest most passionate evenings we ever spent together."

"So did you two actually ever have a threesome then?" I asked, my hands now cupping my sister's breasts again, coyly thumbing and teasing her hard extended nipples as we stood there.

"We did...a couple of times yes. Once with another friend of ours, someone we both knew and who I was ok with. But even that just didn't seem to reach the level of arousal and intensity we had hoped for. Another was with another couple, which I actually found more interesting as that was my first time with another woman. But the guy was more of a voyeur, not that there's anything wrong with that. But he was more interested in seeing me with his wife, and not so much in seeing Jack with his wife. So that too was less fun and exciting than it could have been. We'd finally gotten back to discussing the possibility of approaching you...and then the accident happened. And well...that was the end of that, in more ways than one."

"Jesus sis," I said slowly expelling my breath. "I'm not sure I'd have reacted very well to that...back then," I added smiling at her as she looked up at me, and then suddenly dropped down to her knees there in the shower. I looked down at her, sensing what she was about to do, not sure how I still felt about that at the moment either, right up until the moment she took my cock into her mouth and began sucking it. "Fuck!" I said simply, giving into the unbelievable sensation, opening my eyes again, which had closed of their own accord. Now looking down at my sister as she knelt, looking up at me, her mouth wonderfully working my cock.

"Always wanted to do this," she grinned around my shaft, licking it rapidly.

"Another first for me," I informed her smiling back. Her eyebrows furrowing just a bit.

"Don't tell me, Kathy never sucked you off?"

"No...she did, well not off...off if you know what I mean. But I actually never saw her doing it. I only ever felt her doing it...you know, in the dark thing."

Lisa just shook her head, almost apologetically for my wife. "In that case John, settle back...watch, and enjoy yourself. I'm about to give you a real treat here. And then afterwards...I'll expect you to do the same thing for me."

"You want me to eat your pussy?" I thought, but didn't quite say. The words just melting in my mouth, becoming nothing more than an intelligible amount of gibberish as my sister's mouth and tongue began doing things to my cock that I didn't even think were possible. The fact I was actually watching her doing it, was almost as good as the sensations were.

"Fuck Lisa..." I moaned now placing my hands down on my sister's head as she fucked me with her mouth.

"I know John...I know."

**

I was so fucking close, but sensing that, Lisa stopped what she was doing, only then standing up again. "Not yet," she grinned. "Not here. Now you finish washing me, and then we'll go into the bedroom."

Though I liked the sound of that, I was nervous and apprehensive still too. Thinking with my cock again, instead of my head. I still had reservations about some of this...not sure I could ever actually fuck my own sister, even if she was ok with it. I'm not sure I was. I know...I was walking a fine silly line here perhaps. But it still was a line in the sand for me that I wasn't sure I was willing to cross. The fact I'd enjoyed, allowed...and wanted my sister to suck my cock again, and me...licking her pussy too, if that's what she wanted, seemed like something that didn't quite take us over that edge. Incestuous still yes, but not quite decadently incestuous, if that was even a measure of things. Though for me at the moment...it still was.

I soaped her breasts, once again enjoying the feel of them in my hands, slippery soft...yet firm, pliable, erotic. I was having fun playing with them, holding tits in my hand again, looking forward to sucking them again, tasting my sister's milk even. I had now washed (well sort of washed) her everywhere except actually touching her pussy. Sensing my nervous hesitation perhaps, for that's all it really was, Lisa took my hand in hers, guiding it down between her legs as I held the soap in my hand almost as a protective barrier.

"Go ahead honey...wash my pussy. Let your fingers feel me, feel how wet I'm getting for you."

I didn't say it, or tell her...but the last time I had actually touched, well...rather fingered a woman's pussy was when I'd diddled Rebecca Ann Sue's cunt back in high school in the back seat of my car. It had been that long. Sure...I'd more or less petted my wife's pussy a few times, but "fingers" don't belong there was her response. (Her's...or mine?) I'd always wondered. So my experience in that particular department was sadly lacking. Hell, I couldn't even remember what Rebecca Ann Sue's pussy even felt like by this time. But I was sure as hell finding out what my sister's felt like as I now stood there enjoying the sensation of slipping a single digit inside her. Not only was I taking delight in the slippery, slick almost oily-like lubrication that was now coating my finger, but the spongy-like texture as well, especially just inside as I stood there caressing it.

"Oh John...that's my...spot!" She moaned deliciously. 

"Women had a spot?" I asked myself, though continuing to grin, nodding my head like I knew what the hell she was talking about. Whatever it was I was doing...I continued doing it, until she too seemed to be growing weak in the knees on me.

"Ok, enough...or you'll have me turning into a cum puddle here," she stated. "Time to get out, and take this back up in the bedroom."

Stepping out, we dried ourselves off so as to expedite things, and then I once again followed my sister into her bedroom, standing there at the foot of the bed looking on as she crawled up into it. I started to climb in with her, but she stopped me once again.

"Not yet...I want to watch you again for a moment," she explained. "I want to watch you jerking your cock off John, while you stand there and watch me finger my pussy. You'd like seeing me do that wouldn't you?" She asked hotly, her tone of voice taking on that sultry tone to it once more.

"Yes," I basically hissed, looking down at my own sweet sexy sister. Maybe some wouldn't find it sexy, but I sure as hell did. Her large full breasts now flattening out some, spreading out to either side of her ribcage like thick fluffy pancakes. Her nipples however, standing stiff proud and tall off each breast. Hard thick thimble-sized protrusions that looked inviting, making me salivate for the taste of them again. Especially when she reached up with her hands, now capturing each, pulling on them until she managed two pretty good spurts of breast milk that shot up, and then cascaded back down onto her tits and belly.

"You like seeing me milking my titties?" She asked as I stood fisting my cock, showing her I did, likewise milking my own cock so that a streamer of pre-lubrication now appeared at the tip. It actually oozed down in a long filament that stayed connected, starting to swing a bit too and fro before finally separating, dripping onto the floor.

"Oh fuck...that was hot, make it do it again," she told me as I produced another, stood looking at it, watching it begin to lengthen out again. "Bring that here," she told me however before it could separate again. "Carefully...I want to taste it."

I took a single step forward closer to the end of the bed as my sister scooted around on her back, suddenly scrunching under and beneath me. The dangle of fluid just hovering over her open mouth now as she reached up, grabbing my dick. I watched as it just then dripped, disappearing into her mouth as she savored it, licking her lips, squeezing my prick again in hopes of another. But even as she did that, I felt her tongue suddenly snake out, now tickling and licking at my exposed scrotum, my balls still hanging a bit loosely, but tightening with each and every passing moment as she suddenly sucked one gently into her mouth and began tonguing that.

"Holy fuck sis!" I spat, knees suddenly growing weak on me.

"Bet she never did that either did she?"

"No." I said simply. Though if she had, I'd never seen that either, though I don't remember ever feeling anything like this, so I was pretty damn sure she never had. Needless to say, I was in heaven. Two distinct treats for me. One, getting my balls licked and sucked was one...having had no idea that my sister doing that could feel that way. Two...hell make that three. The fact it was my SISTER actually doing that to begin with. Three. That I was standing there looking down at a nude woman. Fully nude. No frills, no lace, no nothing. Just beautiful bare tits (even if they were spread out some) and this puffy, swollen pair of bare pussy lips. Cunt lips...labia and all. Which I had actually played with, ran my fingers through, sensed and felt the wetness, the slickness. A cunt I had actually finger fucked...once again, my sisters. So all this was going through my tortured pleasured mind. Which in my book anyway, was far beyond anything I'd ever enjoyed all at once.

"I bet there's something else I can do that you'd like," she said still mouthing my nut-sack.

"You could be doing anything sis...and I'm sure I'd like it. Shit babe...you're driving me nuts enough as it is." She laughed at that.

"Nuts enough," as she licked them again. "Guess you could say that I am. But how about...a titty fuck?"

Now that I had enjoyed. One of the few things it seemed Kathy hadn't minded me doing. But then again...only once ever with the lights on, and only because I'd insisted on it. Well...that and it being my birthday and all.

This time Lisa had me crawl up onto the bed with her, now straddling her tummy, pointing my stiff aching cock at her face as she leaned up just enough to give it a little lick, before holding her breasts together, giving me a nice soft passage to slide my prick between.

"And here's something a little extra for you," she said, once more pulling on her nipples, making them squirt, much more this time...though she'd been basically priming the pump for me so to speak. It was just wickedly decadent enough, seeing her tits spraying, both nipples squirting, with that very warm sensation of her mother's milk suddenly raining down on my thrusting cock. She milked them some more, adding more cream to the mix as I now plowed through her milk covered valley, further pleasuring my own dick. "How's that feel?" she asked.

"Fuck Lisa...you have no idea! This is...sensational!" I grunted, enjoying the tease of the slippery passage back and forth between her succulent looking breasts. "Man oh man...that's naughty hot!"

"You like me making you...naughty hot huh?" She likewise moaned, spraying even more milk on me. "I like it too," she added. "You're making me naughty hot. I can already feel my pussy liquefying inside, wanting you to drink it...taste me, eat me!" She almost demanded. I took the hint. "Spin around, so I can also suck that cock of yours again," she caught me just as I started to slide back on her. Yet again...another first.

We were soon in a classical "69" with one another, me on top as I fed her my dick, Lisa holding it, sucking it, while I for a brief moment, just hovered above her, holding that succulent, juicy looking pussy of hers apart with my hands. I had honestly never seen one this up, close and personal before. And I was savoring it. Her lips were swollen red, glistening. A dewdrop of an almost milky white substance seemed to ooze out of the opening. Gingerly, cautiously perhaps, I licked it up, tasting it...tasting her. Tasting my sister. "Damn!" I groaned audibly, and then plunged even deeper into my sister's open, inviting pussy, digging for more. It made her laugh.

"So...you like that huh?" She asked as she almost immediately drew my cock very deep into her throat without waiting for an answer. I answered her by thrusting my own tongue into her as far as I could, finding more of that sweet tasting nectar, devouring it as I now found and discovered her little knot. I sucked that too, lightly and gently at first, rolling it around inside my mouth like a pebble. "Oh fuck, oh baby...yeah! Just like that! Like that!" Lisa finally exclaimed no longer sucking my cock, though holding it, rubbing the tip which was sending a thousand tingles into my balls. "Damn that's good! Don't let anyone ever tell you, that you don't know how to eat pussy honey. Because you're doing a damn fucking good job!"

Maybe I wasn't an expert. But I always had been a quick learner. As Lisa directed, telling me what she liked, what felt good, I merely listened, and continued. But it had gotten to the point where the novelty of doing a "69" together had worn off. Once again she coached me, rolling me over onto my back.

"Now...lay back John. It's time I showed you what this is all about."

I don't care who you are, or how much control you think you have. But the way my sister went after my cock was something along the lines of fantabulous. Within moments after she began sucking and licking me earnestly, I knew I was a gonner. I could feel my balls tighten into twin little golf-balls, the tingling sensation in my prick already alerting me this was going to be a gusher on top of everything else. And so I actually tried warning her...you know, just in case. She merely said, "Ah hum" and kept bobbing her head up and down on my cock, one hand rolling my golf-balls around, which simply added to the other, triggering moments after that, the first of several powerful jettisons of my cream.

"Fuck...she's, she's...sucking me dry!" I think I remember saying to myself. The intensity of my orgasm causing me to actually lurch up some, eyes popping open as I looked down at her. She in turn, once again looking up towards me, smiling. And as she smiled, I watched a copious amount of my dick-cream suddenly pouring out, down and around my shaft again as she purposely gave me the vision of seeing that. Knowing that all that spunk had only moments ago been inside her mouth. And then she dove back down on my cock again, sucking up, cleaning and cleansing my prick again, even as I continued to spurt, adding more and more juice to her rather noisy, sloppy, slurpy blowjob.

It was the best moment of my entire life!

**

I think I dozed off. Or maybe it was more like passed out. But when I eventually did come too, Lisa was still softly licking and sucking my now very limp cock. Even that felt good. No sense of urgency, no real passion...just this delightful, loving, tender exploration of my very satisfied phallus.

"For a moment there, I thought I lost you," she giggled smiling, obviously content and quite pleased with herself.

"You did. I think I saw stars sis. Just before the blackness came."

"So in other words..."

"Best fucking blow job of my entire life!" I said thanking her. "Now...what can I do for you?" I asked feeling a bit guilty here. I sort of figured she'd had a small one earlier when I was going down on her. Nothing earth-shaking, not like I knew she was capable of having anyway. I'd seen that for myself.

"Nothing right now," she said smiling. "I'd rather wait until you're fully and completely recovered again...later on this evening. Think of it as long, extended foreplay for me. Sometimes I like doing that, spreading it out over the course of an entire day. Sometimes I'll do that to myself. Have a bunch of small little O's...and then when I am damn good and horny, I let myself have the big one. Oh...and by the way, as you'll no doubt see and witness later. Those tend to be rather...well, shall we say, 'squirty' ones?"

I laughed. "Damn sis. You tend to leak out in all sorts of ways don't you?"

"I do. And you haven't seen anything yet dear," she said winking at me. "So be thinking about it. Later on this evening, maybe we'll watch another naughty movie together, and then when I'm good and ready, you can watch me squirt all over that nice hard cock of yours. Would you like that?"

I looked down at myself, and then my sister did. Astonished, I was already starting to get hard again.

"Obviously...you would."

"Maybe we don't need to wait until later," I proposed.

"Oh yes we do," Lisa told me. "So put that on hold. Like I said, part of the fun for me is drawing it out...and this one honey, I want to draw out for as long as I can withstand it. Trust me, it'll be worth it. Now, time for you to get dressed and get the lawn mowed for me. After that, I have a few other little things I'd really like you to do for me."

"Yes dear," I quipped. And then my sister punched me. Hard too! It was the perfect exclamation point to the start of a beautiful day. I was already anxiously waiting for the evening to arrive. But more importantly, I found I was falling in love with my own sister. And that was something I wasn't quite sure how to deal with...yet.

To be continued...



Lonely Hearts Ch. 03



It took almost two hours to both mow and trim the sizeable yard we had. I was already considering the possibility of looking into a riding mower to cut down the time it took doing it as I entered the back door into the kitchen area. Lisa was just then setting plates out on the table for the lunch she'd obviously just prepared.

"Go ahead and wash up John. Lunch will be ready in a few minutes here."

Even as I stood at the kitchen sink washing up, I took the moment to eyeball my sister. Though dressed now, she was hardly wearing more than what she now did in the evenings. Though anyone coming over wouldn't have given that much thought, though I certainly was. The beige shorts she had on were baggy, though short, giving her legs a much longer look to them. I couldn't help doing that, admiring and taking in her still firm muscular shape, the tone of her calves, not to mention the firmness of her cute ass. She was wearing a plaid sleeveless blouse, the shirttail tied in a tight little knot just beneath her breasts. The way she was wearing it, molded her very obvious bare breasts, and though giving her support, highlighted the fact she wasn't wearing one as they jostled about freely just a little. I watched without trying to be too obvious about it even as she finished placing everything on the table in preparation for our mid-afternoon lunch together.

"Ok John...I think you've had ample time to stare at my tits, I'm sure your hands weren't all that dirty!"

I swear, she had eyes in the back of her head, and on the sides too. I walked over, smacking her on the ass however before taking my seat. "Well if you're going to run around like that, you'll have to just get used to my looking at them," I informed her, enjoying the sensation of being able to talk like this with her. Obviously, we'd gone into the 'familiar zone' with one another, so more open, uninhibited and even playful banter was to be expected. Seeing her smile, I knew it was welcomed too, along with the half friendly slap on her ass as she squealed in delight, though side-stepping away from me in anticipation of another perhaps.

Lisa had fixed egg-salad sandwiches, one of my favorites, and one I hadn't had in a while. Not since the last time she had made them for me, which I couldn't even put a date to as long as it had been. "Thanks sis...you spoil me," I told her devouring half of one almost before she had a chance to say "you're welcome," which she said by simply placing her hand over one of mine, squeezing it briefly before biting into her own sandwich. We sat enjoying our food, silence taking over for a moment, though as I sat eating, I couldn't help but overhearing this strange unfamiliar sound.

"What is that?" I asked looking up over towards the window as though the sound was something coming from outside. Just vague enough to give me that impression as nothing within the room itself suggested anything that could be making it. "Can you hear that?" I asked her again now standing.

"Hear what?"

"That...that, that buzzing sound," I said now leaning over the sink staring out the window, though in doing so, now clearly hearing it behind me, and not outside. I turned looking at Lisa, a big grin on her face as she sat there still chewing on her sandwich. I furrowed my brow, once more looking at her directly. "That's coming from you!" I rightly accused, to which she of course laughed, almost spewing the last bit of food in her mouth as she struggled to keep from actually choking on it.

"I was wondering when you'd eventually figure that out John. You're right of course, it is me...or rather the mini vibe I have inside me."

"Mini what?"

"Mini vibrator. I told you earlier, sometimes I like to tease myself throughout the day." She then stood removing what appeared to be a small remote control from her pants pocket, only then revealing the fact that a small thin cord ran up the side of her shorts, and then down over her waistband, disappearing into god knows where from there. "Right now...it's on really low," she informed me, then turning it up a little, that humming, buzzing sound taking on a noticeable difference though she quickly turned it down again. "Suzie likes being teased," she then said.

"Suzie? Who the hells Suzie? And what's she got to do with what you're doing now?" I asked totally confused and bewildered here, not to mention mildly shocked at realizing what she was doing here.

Once more she laughed. "Suzie Q...my pussy," she said. "You know, like the song?"

"You named your pussy, Suzie Q?"

"Along time ago, even before I started dating Jack yes. Don't you have a name for your penis?"

"No," I said looking at her.

"You're kidding me? I thought all guys named their dicks, you mean you never did?"

"I don't know what books you've been reading, but none of the guys I ever knew ever named their dicks no. Maybe their girlfriends did...but the guys? No...at least I certainly never did. Though maybe if you think about it, Dick sort of is a name I guess."

"Doesn't count," Lisa told me. "We'll have to come up with something for him."

"Him?"

"Yeah...him. I'll have to give that some thought," she said grinning once more though sitting down once again after putting her remote control back inside her pocket.

"Anyway...Suzie likes it when I tease her like this for a bit, without letting her climax. Makes it a lot nicer one, a lot harder when I let her come later."

"Her."

"Yeah...her. Him. We...us," she giggled.

"You're making me hard."

"Good. Stay hard. Now...finish your lunch. We need to go to the store and pick up a few things."

"We? As in you...me,"

"And Suzie...yes, Suzie Q."

I just shook my head and laughed, though curious and asking. "What if someone hears that? You know, while we're shopping?"

"No worries...I'll turn it off just before we go in, she likes that, the tease...the anticipation of when we come back outside again."

"Suzie."

"Yeah...Suzie," Lisa winked and then began clearing up the dishes. "And if we hurry, I might even let you kiss Suzie on the lips as soon as we get back."

As I went upstairs to put a shirt on, I found myself whistling a familiar tune...not to mention running through a list of names. "Damn it woman!" I said and then laughed. In her own strange unique way, Lisa was indeed making me feel alive again.

**

True to her word, Lisa had turned off the vibrator she still had up inside her by the time we got to the grocery store. The problem was, I'd vaguely been hearing it on the drive over, so that by the time we arrived, I was now fully erect. "Shit Lisa! Now see what you've gone and done?" I was tenting through my slacks, wishing now I had thrown on a pair of jeans instead, something that would have at least compressed my current predicament. And of course all she did was laugh as she climbed out of her side of the car. Making adjustments the best I could after getting out myself, I looked down once again. It wasn't as noticeable, but there was no doubt that anyone looking would see there was an obvious bulge there.

"Don't worry about it," she giggled. "Anyone looking will just tell themselves you've got a nice package is all," she smiled again taking my hand and then leading me inside the store. I quickly grabbed a shopping cart, something to help conceal my situation as we began slowly making our way up and down the aisles, gathering things off my sister's shopping list. At least as we did this, my stiff aching member finally started to go down. Until we reached the produce aisle.

I wasn't thinking anything really by the time we arrived there, but moments later as Lisa began picking through some of the cucumbers I began getting nervous and worried again. Mainly because she was fondling a couple of them almost intimately, giving me a particular 'look' and a smile as she did. She even stuck her tongue out briefly, flicking the tip of one of them without even bothering to look around to see if anyone was watching her, though I certainly did. And my worst fears came to fruition in doing that, as an attractive young looking blond came strolling over towards us, pushing her cart. By the look on her face she was very much aware of what was going on here. She held a diminutive smile, not trying to hide it necessarily, but obviously amused. Now standing next to Lisa likewise fishing through a few others laying there, as Lisa returned the one she'd been holding, searching out others, the young woman spoke to her.

"I know my husband prefers the really big thick ones," she said almost conspiratorially. "Though I prefer the long skinny ones myself. I think he just enjoys the visual of it more than anything."

I stood there with my mouth hanging open, listening to the two of them standing there talking about cucumbers in this way, especially as they both now held one, almost stroking it as though getting a seductive feel for it.

"I think I'll stay with the slimmer one," Lisa told her, only then looking over at me, or rather down at my crotch again, which of course drew the other woman's eyes as well. "I think John will be pleased either way, watching me...so I think I'll stick with this one." She then placed it in a plastic bag, as the blonde likewise did the same with hers, though she gave my crotch another going over before winking at Lisa.

"Have fun," she said and then pushed her way down the aisle stopping in front of the rather large carrots. She held one up. "These aren't bad either," she added, giggling, placing it back and then proceeded on along her way.

"Jesus H!" I finally exclaimed as we soon followed behind, though I pushed our cart considerably slower, hoping to place some distance between us. I soon wouldn't have my shopping cart to use as any sort of protection from my once again obvious state.

We managed to make it out of the store without any further incidents, packing away several grocery bags in the back seat. Lisa was still fumbling with a few as I walked around to my side of the car getting in. Closing the back door on her side, she then came forward sitting down on her side, settling in...buckling up. She held the cucumber in her hand.

"Home James," she grinned wickedly. "But slowly though...I think you're going to enjoy this."

**

Lisa reached down pulling out the small bullet vibrator she had inside her. I was amazed at how small it was, and that it could even give her the kind of tingling pleasures she'd obviously been experiencing. "Suzie's happy...want to feel?" She asked. I couldn't help but laugh, letting my sister draw my hand over and down between her legs as she pulled one side of her baggy shorts over, showing me just how easily accessible she was. It only dawned on me then, she hadn't been wearing any panties either. She was indeed slick, slippery wet, forcing me to remove my fingers moments later, though not before licking and sucking them off herself. I was almost jealous of her.

Still holding her baggy shorts off to one side, she now took the cucumber, placing it gingerly at the opening of her sex and began teasing herself with it. Slowly, easing the long slim green phallus inside her, likewise withdrawing it. I noticed as she did, it appeared to be coated with an almost milky-white sheen that clung to its glistening surface.

"Trying looking at the road once in a while John," she admonished me. "I don't want to end up on a gurney in a hospital with a cucumber sticking out of my cunt."

I actually did have to slightly correct our position in the road, as well as slowing down a little. My foot had absentmindedly pushed down on the accelerator just a little, though I think that was in response to my trying to relieve some of the pressure off the positioning of my very swollen cock. I then changed my mind, sped up again with my eyes firmly focused on the road ahead of me. We were only a few blocks away from the house. I heard Lisa laugh though I didn't look at her.

"In a hurry to get home are we?" She asked. I reached down, still watching the road, unzipping my pants, freeing my member as it all but sprang up through the opening I had now provided for its escape.

"You might could say that," I said grinning inwardly as she moaned and simply said:

"Oh my!"

We pulled into the driveway a few minutes later. Aroused, all thought of propriety had fled me. Sliding out of the front seat of the car, I didn't even bother putting my hard cock away. Even as I walked towards the back of the car, opening the car door in order to grab a couple of bags of groceries, I stood there with it sticking out, obscenely, vulgarly, uninhibitedly. Lisa loved it, quickly snatching up the remaining bags and now following me back inside the house where my dick basically led the way.

We'd barely managed to put the bags down on the kitchen counter when she was suddenly there on her knees in front of me, her mouth already surrounding my shaft, sucking it in.

"Thought you wanted to wait," I told her leaning back against the counter now, holding onto the edge for support, gripping it as her mouth suddenly became a vacuum around me.

"I am...we are," she said though she continued to kneel there sucking my dick. "Tell me when you're getting close," she then added. I had no idea what the hell she was up to, but her mouth felt too fucking good at the moment to worry about it. Moments later however, I could feel the sensation alerting me I was going to come soon, though I think my tightening balls were the first early warning signal as she suddenly stood releasing my prick even before I could say anything.

Confused, I stood there watching her as she moved over towards the counter where the bags were and began rummaging through them.

"What the hell are you doing?" I asked bewildered.

"Ah...here they are," she said suddenly removing a package of light bulbs we had purchased. "Would you mind grabbing the step ladder out of the utility room?" She asked, confusing me even further. "Come on John, I told you earlier that the light in the hallway needed to be replaced."

I started to wonder if Lisa wasn't showing the first signs of Alzheimer's, and then reached down attempting to put my still hard throbbing cock away.

"Don't you dare," she said looking down at it. "Leave it that way, I rather like it, and want access to it whenever I feel like it," she told me. "Oh...I see, you thought I was going to let you come did you?" She laughed. "Sorry Charlie...we've got a long way to go yet before either one of us does that." She then paused looking at my cock with a thoughtful expression on her face.

"What?" I asked her looking down at my almost dark purple swollen monster still sticking out the front of my slacks, looking quite angry at this sudden unexpected turn of events.

"That's what his name will be!" She exclaimed delightedly. "Charlie! From now on...we call him Charlie!"

**

I managed to procure the stepladder carrying it back into the hallway where Lisa stood expectantly waiting on me. My dick was still sticking out of course, which pleased her to no end as she saw it. I then climbed the ladder, removing the light cover handing that to her so she could clean and dust it off, as she in turn handed me a new light bulb which I then began replacing. As I did, I felt her hand wrap itself around my cock once more, stroking it playfully.

"Damn it Lisa," I said half seriously. "You're gonna make me fall!" I told her just managing to get the new bulb in the fixture as I then turned to take back the light cover and put it on. She continued to stand there and fondle me however until I had, only then releasing me as I climbed back down the ladder again.

I hadn't noticed until that very moment that Lisa had dropped her shorts, which she now stepped out of as she climbed up the ladder there in front of me. Reaching the top rung, she sat down on it, perfectly positioned with her bare pussy right there in front of my face.

"I told you if you were a good boy, I'd let you kiss Suzie on the lips when we got back," she said hotly, her hand already down spreading herself as I stood there looking directly at her. I didn't need to be asked twice, leaning forward, hands now on her knees as I planted my mouth on her lips, sucking and drawing them in, French kissing her...tonguing her, soon locating and flicking her hard little knot with the tip of my tongue. She squealed delightedly, her hands coming up now to rest on the top of my head. "Oh yes John, that's it...lick my fucking cunt!" She cried out obscenely..."Until I tell you otherwise," she then added. She pulled my head up forcing me to look at her. "I promise you John, all this teasing torture will be worth it. Trust me." She then replaced my head back down against her pussy again, and allowed me to lap away at her until she was shuddering on the edge. "Ok...stop. Stop!" She demanded, forcing my head away again. Reluctantly I did so, my face slick with her juices and the heady smell of her.

"Ok, time to change the sheets on the bed now John. I want nice clean sweet smelling sheets for later. You go put the ladder away, and meet me in the bedroom. Once again I reached down almost absentmindedly trying to put my cock away. She waved her finger at me though. "Ah uh John...remember?"

I left it out...carried the ladder back where I'd found it, and then followed my almost painful aching dick..."Charlie", back up the stairs again.

**

By the time I arrived in my sister's bedroom, she had already changed clothes. Well...sort of. She had now removed her blouse, her gorgeous tits now fully exposed, though she had in turn put on a pair of black silky laced panties. She looked sexy as hell standing there like that as she pulled the pillow covers off the pillow, and then walked over towards me, draping the two of them over my dick as though its sole purpose in life was for doing that. She then reached for the corner of the mattress lifting that up, and began pulling off the rest of the sheets. "Well?" She asked glaring at me. "Are you and Charlie just going to stand there and watch us work?"

I just shook my head. There was no point in saying anything, or fighting it, as I wandered over, pillowcases still dangling from my cock as I lifted up the other side, removing the sheets from the bed. We then refitted new sheets onto it, smoothed them out, replacing the pillow covers as well, and then the nice thick comforter. In moments the bed was freshly made again, apparently for later.

Now that it was, she pushed me down onto it, tossing away the dirty pillowcases, and began attacking my belt, undoing it. "I want you naked now," she told me. I looked at the clock on the nightstand; it was barely three in the afternoon. "Sorry sweetie. We still have a long...long ways to go yet before we're done." I moaned almost in exasperation, but then she climbed up straddling my legs after having pulled my slacks and shorts completely off me, only then undoing my shirt, tossing that off to one side as well until I was even more naked than she was.

Lisa now straddled my waist, though more specifically my cock, taking it in her hand, cagily slipping it up and through one of her leg openings. Now trapped, I sat there looking at my cock as it rested against her pussy, her sheer silky feeling panties now covering us both. She reached down, now rubbing me through the material, as well as herself as I groaned inwardly at the sensation of that. Her warmth and wetness bathing my cock from one side, her almost cool, slick panties caressing me on the other. 

As good as it felt, I was still very frustrated, if not even more so now. Though the torturous tease and pleasure had in the beginning been somewhat enjoyable, it was now becoming almost maddening. "Please sis please...enough with the teasing. I'm not sure I can stand it for much longer, let alone try and survive all of this until this evening."




Lonely Hearts Ch. 03



She smiled, leaning forward kissing me full on the mouth then. Taking my still captured cock with her, pressing hard and firm against her drenched pussy. I felt her soft full breasts grazing my chest as we kissed, tongues now dancing, fencing, as we sucked one another's lips, taking turns even in doing that.

"I'm not all that mean," she sighed whispering. "I never figured you'd be able to...or me either for that matter," she now informed me. "But part of the fun is in not really knowing. But what I need...and what Suzie needs...is a messy face."

"Messy...face?" I asked somewhat relieved.

"Yeah baby...Suzie needs a nice, sticky, messy face."

Lisa reached down once again, placing her hand over my cock through the material of her panties and began caressing me in earnest now. As she did that, I could feel her neither lips almost surrounding me, nearly sucking me inside her. The heat from her cunt in evidence. The warmth of her lubrications bathing me in her essence, though I too was now bathing her in my own as the first streamers of cum drool began to saturate the thin material of her sexy panties.

I was in a sense desperate for her. My own personal resolve crumbling as I actually considered, thought about just spearing her, thrusting my cock inside her, fucking her. But not knowing for sure how she felt, as we'd both addressed that earlier as something neither one of us was sure of, or even wanted to do...I just managed to hold back. It was hell on the one hand, and heaven on the other. But even this, if it's all we ever did, if we never, ever did actually fuck...it was more than I had really truly enjoyed before. And I wasn't about to say or do anything that would fuck that up. Tempted as I now was.

This time when my balls tightened up, ready to explode, I knew there was no holding back. But Lisa knew it too, having grabbed my cock firmly in her hand, though the material of her panties still separated her direct touch on me. She now rubbed it wildly, wickedly back and forth against herself, rubbing my much larger head, against her much, much smaller one. It wasn't long after that, that I felt the searing fire of my climax suddenly erupt. Spurt after spurt of my semen saturating the two of us, her panties soaked now, milky-white cream oozing and seeping through the material. She continued frigging herself with me, the slipperiness of my semen now caressing her clit more directly as she masturbated herself with it, using me. I continued to throb, long after my orgasm had actually abated, the tingling sensation of that sticky mess somehow soothing my almost too tender organ now. Her eyes popped open as she looked down at me. Wicked lust, desire...want in her face.

"Are you ready for this?" She now asked.

"Go for it!" I told her. "Go...for...it!"

**

Even though I was half expecting it...I was still taken by surprise at the enormity of it. I had no clue...no idea, even warned beforehand. Sure, I had heard about it, even seen it once (sort of) in a video...but never, ever...anything like this. And even then, I didn't quite actually see it, just felt it, especially with her still wearing her panties. Lisa seemed to draw in her breath at some point, actually holding it for a long moment as her body tensed, seemed to hang there, and then just explode all at once. And as she cried out, as she finally expelled her breath, I felt this enormous liquid saturation suddenly pouring out of her, all over me...us, Charlie and Suzie Q. I felt my sister's fluids, her juice pouring through her panties, all over my cock, down my legs, saturating my balls and everything below that. She thrashed above me, still crying out deliriously as her orgasm swept through her, over her, and around her all at once. Eventually she collapsed, her fully body covering mine, her breathing still labored as she fought to finally control it. When she eventually did, she sat up, her face flushed, blushing just a little.

"I warned you," she said. "Hope that didn't freak you out though," she then added. "It's been a while...a long...long while, since I've come quite like that."

"Freak me out? No. Surprise me? Yes...but damn sis...that was nice, really...really nice."

In truth, at first...I thought she was actually peeing on me. But even if she had been, if that's what she'd actually done, I was amazed that the thought of her doing that didn't bother me. And even after when I learned, it was purely and simply a woman's full on squirting ejaculate instead, I was intrigued by it, stimulated, and now looked forward to seeing her doing it again.

"Fuck!"

"What?"

"We're going to need to make the bed again," she announced. "That...and now I need to wash the comforter too."

I laughed. "You go get the sheets...and I'll start stripping the bed."

"Deal," she said as she slipped out of the bed. "And then after that...you go downstairs, watch some TV for a while and relax. I'll bring you a beer while you're doing that. And then later...after dinner, I'll show you something else fun," she hinted with that knowing look of hers.

I swatted her ass again as she dodged me heading out into the hall towards the linen closet, giggling the entire way.

And I knew even as she did that...I wanted to fuck her more than anything. Not just fuck her however, make love to her. I stood there realizing even as I repeated the words. More than anything in my life at the moment...I wanted desperately to have sex with my own flesh and blood.

**

I sat on my recliner sipping my beer, half watching the TV, half looking at my sister. Lisa sat in her chair sipping on one as well. She was still mostly naked, though I was too. Still wearing her cum-drenched panties, explaining to me when she came walking in still wearing them, that she wanted to "feel" me for a while, as well as smell me...smell us all mingled together as it was just one more aphrodisiac that turned her on. I was just starting to get amorous again simply looking at her when the sound of the doorbell upstairs alerted us both that we were about to have company.

"Shit! I forgot! Marsha said she might be dropping by later. Wanted to show me the new dress she got for her niece's wedding!" Jumping up, she tossed on her bathrobe, about the only thing she could do, and hurried towards the stairs.

"What should I do?" I asked. I had nothing to wear, and really...no place to go either.

She turned briefly before bounding up the stairs in order to answer the door. "You stay where...and how you are. I'll come back in a bit and let you know how things are going," she informed me. "Oh...and if you finish that one, you can finish my beer," she added. And with that...she was gone.

It was a strange sensation, sitting there naked, company in the house. I could hear the two of them talking briefly, though without being able to make out what was being said, talking in low tones, and then giggling. Seconds after that, the sounds of the two of them moving off, heading upstairs. And then parting, one set of feet heading back downstairs again, the others heading up. I figured Marsha was heading up towards the bedroom, with Lisa now coming down, which she confirmed seconds later as she rounded the corner of the hallway peeking in at me.

"She wants to show me how it looks on her," she stated. She then paused, considering, and then grinned. "If you want a peek at her...give us a minute. I'll leave the door cracked for you," she said, and then hurried back up the stairs again.

I had in fact met Marsha a number of times. She was Lisa's best and dearest friend. Only a year or two younger than Lisa, they had very often gone out together at least once a month and even golfed together on a league during the summer. I had even kissed her once, under the mistletoe during Christmas time a few years back. It had all been in fun of course, everyone was kissing everyone under that sprig there beneath the doorway in the hall. The thing was, she'd slipped me the tongue when doing so, which had caught me off guard, just luckily for me, my wife hadn't been around at the time to have seen that. But even after losing Kathy, Lisa had once let it be known to me, that if I was interested, Marsha was too. She'd gotten divorced a year after that Christmas party. No surprise there. Her husband had been fucking the hostess at the time, another one of their mutual friends. She was attractive, admittedly...but honestly, other than her looks, just not my type. Marsha was a natural red-headed beauty, Irish descent, with splotches of freckles on her shoulders than actually looked sexy, not to mention the few that seemed sprinkled on her chest as they disappeared down into the low-cut gown she'd been wearing at the time. I sat there thinking about what Lisa had just said to me..."If I wanted a peek?" Surprised that she'd even venture down that road with me...let alone with Marsha. Still, there was something about the way she'd said that, hinting at it, that said more. Intrigued, I figured I'd given them plenty of time to start trying on dresses, and hurriedly, yet quietly made my way up the stairs. Sure enough, approaching my sister's bedroom door, I could see it was open just a crack. And though I was naked, and surely in a precarious situation here if I was discovered, the sounds of their laughter and giggling drew me closer towards the door.

"Well? What do you think?" I heard her asking as I planted one eye against the opening peering inside. Marsha was standing in front of the full-length mirror just inside the closet admiring herself, with Lisa standing off to one side. She was wearing an elegant floor-length emerald green dress, though with the bright red hair, she admittedly reminded me of Christmas all over again. The one obvious thing about it, her boobs looked like they were about to pour out of it, which Lisa then addressed in fact.

"It's a beautiful dress honey, just make sure you don't bend over though, or move too quickly one way or the other, or your girls will make a sudden unannounced appearance."

"I know," Marsha sighed cupping them now, trying to keep them in place. "Makes me almost wish my tits weren't as big as they are," she sighed once more. "But I do love the dress."

Lisa walked around in front of her at this point, now looking towards the doorway. By the knowing look on her face, she knew I was there. Still wearing her robe, it parted however, opening. I could see the swell of my sister's breasts as she stood there, still wearing of all things...her recently cum-filled panties. "Let me see something," she offered, and then unzipped Marsha's dress just enough to comfortably pull down the front. Marsha's rather large breasts, even bigger than Lisa's were, suddenly spilling out. My earlier wonderings suddenly confirmed as a splash of freckles further decorated her tits, areolas almost as red as her hair was, with seemingly hard stiff nipples protruding off each one. Lisa cupped her friend's breasts pressing them together for a moment. Though I think she was doing that more so for me, than for actually doing anything.

"If I didn't know better, I'd swear you were trying to cop a feel," Marsha quipped.

"Who knows? Maybe I am?" Lisa responded in kind, though stepping back now, appearing to look and think for a moment.

"Well, you let me know if you ever are interested," Marsha joked back. "I've actually never been with a woman myself before, but you'd certainly be the exception to that given the chance."

Lisa stepped up, taking the woman's breasts back in her hands again, once more molding them positioning as though trying to see something. "Like I said honey...next time we go out and get drunk, maybe you can take advantage of me then...who knows what might happen after that?"

"Quit teasing me...you're getting me horny, especially fondling my tits like that." "I'm not fondling honey...I'm looking. If I was fondling...you'd know. I'd be doing something like this instead," she said leaning over and all too briefly sucking in one of Marsha's hard nipples. Marsha gasped as she did that. But Lisa quickly stopped standing upright again. "Now you know," she laughed turning towards her dresser as Marsha stood there looking on at her in wide-eyed surprise. Though I was too, even though neither of them could see me doing it. And not only that...I now had a hard on again.

"Let's try this," she said turning back towards her friend. "A while back I had a similar problem with my boobs falling out. Got this, seemed to help. Might do the same for you, might as well see shall we?"

It was hard to tell really, but it appeared to be some kind of tape or something. Lisa was the one actually placing her hands on Marsha's boobs again, and then fitting them back into the dress. She tore off a couple of pieces of tape, strategically placing them, refitting the woman's boobs, and then stood back again. "Try leaning over now, let's see what happens." Marsha did. Leaning forward far more than what you'd figure she would under any circumstances. I got a nice clear view of her massive cleavage as she did that, even swaying from side to side some, but they appeared to stay where they were supposed to. "Now...trying bouncing a little, let's see what that does." She bounced, but this time her boobs did pop out of the dress, once again fully revealing themselves.

"Ok, so no bouncing," Marsha stated, laughing as she stood there once again admiring herself, with her tits hanging out. 

"Yeah, no bouncing. But other than that, I think that the tape may help, so you're welcome to try it."

"Thank you," Marsha said, now unzipping the dress the rest of the way as she proceeded to take it completely off. Lisa glanced back towards me once more, grinned and winked. Marsha was in fact only wearing a black thong beneath the dress. As Marsha began to dress in her other clothing, she asked: "By the way, how come you're running around half naked in the middle of the day anyway? And where's John at?" She slyly added.

"Because I was busy masturbating just before you arrived, that's why," Lisa said openly, surprising her friend perhaps with the candid response, which wasn't all that far from the truth either. Though the truth would have been something else entirely. "And John's in his bedroom taking a nap I think. He's had a long...hard day," she added. Marsha looked at her friend for a moment, a curious look on her face. Though I chose that moment to quietly head down to my room before I overheard anything else being said.

I lay there on my own bed, quietly, and idly playing with myself as though having nothing else to do. I soon heard my sister's door opening, and the two of them entering the hall, still talking and giggling.

"If I didn't know you better...I swear Lisa," Marsha was saying, though they soon headed downstairs again so I didn't catch anything else that might have been said. Minutes later I could hear the sound of Marsha's car starting, and knew she'd be leaving soon. But it had given me pause as I considered their conversation.

"What would people think if they found out about what we had been doing? Especially our own children? Let alone other friends and neighbors? As exciting as this all was, had been...where we indeed playing with fire here? And would it perhaps be better if we took the time to actually sit down and discuss this, before things really did get out of hand here?"

I rolled out of bed, slipped into a fresh clean pair of boxer shorts even as I heard the sound of my sister's footsteps coming back up the stairs again.

It was time to talk.

To be continued...



Lonely Hearts Ch. 04



I heard the door open, now standing in front of the window looking out into the yard, turning towards my sister as she spoke.

"So...how'd you enjoy the...show," she hesitated looking at me. I know by the expression on my face she could see something was troubling me. "What's wrong?" She then added.

"Nothing's wrong really. Just something I overheard Marsha say that made me think."

"You're having second thoughts about all this aren't you?" Lisa stated looking forlorn now, "I knew it...knew you would eventually. Should have never let things get this far," she then added nearly turning away. Already tears starting to form in her eyes.

"Please Lisa, don't leave. I just think we need to discuss this, that's all. What Marsha said made me realize, what we're doing...could hurt a lot of people, though mostly you."

"So you're not feeling guilty about any of this then, is that what you're telling me?"

"Guilty? No. Worried...for you, yes. I'm not going to deny that I haven't enjoyed this, enjoyed fooling around with you sis. But it's obvious, if Marsha's even the least bit suspicious, which I believe she is...what if word does get out? What then? What about the kids? What will they think? How will they react?"

Perhaps seeing me, now dressed in a pair of boxers again caused Lisa to reach up, belting and closing her robe. Now was not the time for thinking about her tits, though even her doing that made me think about them for a moment.

"For starters John, even if Marsha is suspicious, or eventually does learn the truth. She might be at the most a little jealous because we are...and you and she aren't. But even then, I know her well enough to know she wouldn't run around saying anything to anyone. But...let's suppose our kids eventually do find out we're having sex. For starters, Bree wouldn't have a problem with it. Trust me, I know. She was the one that actually came to me shortly after Kathy died and actually suggested the idea about you and I eventually moving in together."

"That doesn't mean she's ok with us having sex."

"Actually, it does. She told me that it was too bad we were in fact brother and sister, because she thought we actually made a good couple. But then she added to that, that even though we are...she wouldn't have a problem with that either. Her comment is what even got me thinking about it from time to time, fantasizing about it John, long before any of this. I don't mind telling you the number of times I've actually masturbated fantasizing about all this, and a hell of a lot more too!"

"But what about..."

"Mathew? Oh I know in the beginning it might bother him just a little. But you know Mathew as well as I do John. He's always looked up to you, almost more so than his own father. You took the time to teach him about cars, went to his high school games every chance you could get, especially when Jack wasn't always available. And you damn well know how close Mathew and I have always been John. Even more so than Bree and I were. Hell, he came to me whenever he had a question with regards to sex, but you know that, because I told you. And then later, when he was older, and talking to mom about such things was more embarrassing. Who'd he come to then John? Jack? No...you. He came to you. So will it bother him in the beginning? Maybe. But eventually in time, he'll come to accept it and see it for what it is. The only problem I see is maybe with Mark."

I had to agree with that, Mark would be the bigger problem. He was more like Kathy than he was me. His thinking and reasoning had been greatly affected by his mother's outlook on life, as well as the way she conducted herself in bringing him up. Something we hadn't always seen eye to eye on. "Yeah. Mark would be the bigger problem."

"Well, the rare times we even see him, we could during those visits refrain, back off...let him get used to the idea of the two of us just living together for economic sakes more than anything else. Then, when and if it's an appropriate time to discuss it, when he's more apt to listen to reason, then we tell him. Together. Like Mathew was with you, Mark was more so to me. His very favorite Aunt remember?"

"His only aunt," I laughed as the tension was in fact easing up a little.

"Yes, maybe so. But he always called me his most favorite 'pretty' aunt remember that? And remember how when he was younger, he was always crawling up into my lap, and inevitably his hands would be finding one way or another to brush against my breasts?" I did remember and laughed at that, Mark was more like me in that way, than anyone. He too had always been a breast man.

"Yeah, you're right about that too."

"Like I said John. I think even Mark would eventually come around. So, the only real question is then...what are we going to do about it? Continue on together and deal with the situations as they come up? Or put a halt to all this now before anything else happens? You know my feelings on it John, so now the final decision is yours to make. But I think I'm entitled to know what that is...don't you?"

I think my answer was forthcoming, as my prick had actually begun to stiffen once more. The thought of having the kind of life I'd actually dreamed of with a woman, though not necessarily my own sister, was standing right here in front of me. The image of her naked, the two of us finally together in bed, causing my arousal. I made no attempt to disguise that I was either, as my penis slowly began to emerge through the opening in my boxers. Lisa saw it of course, half smiling when she did.

"As tempted as I am right now to do something about that, I'm not going to. What I am going to do, is go take a shower and get cleaned up. After that, I'm going to fix us a nice dinner. We're going to sit down, enjoy it...and talk. And I mean really talk John, about everything. You're going to hear things, about me...about what I want, what I am no longer willing to just settle for any more. As much as I loved Jack, and he me...and as good as things were between us, there were still things even then that I denied myself. And I refuse to do that anymore. And you shouldn't either John. So we're going to talk about all that too. So take the time to think about that so we can discuss it. And then after that, we'll see where things stand." She turned in the doorway preparing to leave, turning back towards me briefly just before doing so. "Oh, and just so you know and are prepared to hear it John? I'm seriously not going to hold anything back. You're going to hear all about your decadent, twisted, horny little sister and all the very naughty fantasies and desires I've ever had. Particularly about you...us. So keep that in mind, and be prepared to be just as forthcoming as I will be." With that, Lisa left the room, leaving me standing there with another hard firm erection. It was going to be an interesting evening in deed.

**

I almost went back upstairs to change clothes again when I came down after Lisa called me to dinner. Though I had dressed, putting a pair of jeans and tee shirt on, Lisa had actually dressed. Wearing a very nice, almost too elegant little black dress. Though the hem was indeed short, showing off her more than ample thighs and legs, it wasn't too short to be considered vulgar or obscene either. Likewise, the bodice was cut just low enough to show off some cleavage without her having to worry about them falling out, unlike Marsha in her dress.

"No, don't. I like you just the way you are. I dressed for you. I thought you might enjoy seeing me dressed like this for a change."

"I do. But now I feel underdressed," I told her candidly, actually feeling a little uncomfortable now. Especially with the way she'd set the more formal dining room table. Her good dishes, silverware, candlelight, and what appeared to be a fairly expensive looking bottle of wine. Jack had always been fond of collecting wines, had a small yet nice wine cellar downstairs in fact, though I hadn't even once gone in to look at it. Lisa had even prepared Beef Wellington and all the trimmings, making the dinner even more extravagant in my eyes, with me sitting there in a pair of jeans and an old faded out tee shirt from a Grateful Dead concert I had once gone to. "Really, it would only take me a minute," I said actually anxious to change before tearing into all this delightful food.

"No," she said again. "I like the way you look. You look manly. The fact that I've only seen you in a suit even once, and that at Kathy's funeral, just shows who you are John. And that's what this evenings all about. Being ourselves, being honest and open with one another. I just wanted to show you a side of me you've probably never seen before. Sure, I like good food, fancy places and entertainment once in a while. And I think that we'll eventually enjoy doing some of that together. But I like the races too John. I enjoy getting dirty, going camping, taking hikes, fishing and just relaxing in the out of doors. You used to enjoy doing that too, though I know Kathy wasn't too keen on it, so you quit going as much as you used to. Well, I'm here to tell you, I'm looking forward to doing that, if you still are."

My sister really was amazing. I had almost forgotten the fun times we'd had and shared as a family together, going up to the lake during the summer, spending a few days, sleeping out beneath the stars. And she was right too. It had been several years now since I'd even dusted off my old sleeping bag.

"So, let's enjoy our dinner together while I tell you a few things. Things that maybe even Jack didn't know about me, or very likely...didn't want to know. But you see the difference is this John. I want you to know. I want you to know everything about me, everything about your very own sister. No surprises for one thing. But for another, now that I know who I am, and who I intend on being, it's important for you to accept that, or not. But having the option to do so right up front, and not later on after having me springing it on you."

"You make it sound like you have this evil-wicked side of you that nobody knows about."

"That's just it John, I do. You saw the tip of the iceberg in the grocery store today. You saw the real me, the person that I am, and always have been, though I was usually too afraid to let that woman out. There's a side of me that likes to be silly during sex. Another side that likes to be damn fucking naughty. And yet another side that wants to explore her fantasies and desires with someone she trusts. Someone who won't judge her, look at her any differently. Who knows she can be a loving, caring housewife, mother and friend. But who can also be a smoldering, slutty vixen inside too. So the question is...is that something you want? Is it something you can accept from me? Because if the answer to any of those questions is NO John, then there's really no point in pursuing any of this any further."

I took the moment to think about that while enjoying my food, not wanting to talk with my mouthful, taking a sip of wine after that before answering.

"Maybe it might help if you shared with me some of those fantasies you say you have, perhaps that would give me a better idea as to what you really mean."

"Ok...since you asked. And since we're both being hopefully honest with one another here. One thing I think about on occasion, though have only really dabbled in it a hand full of times, and only because Jack sort of accommodated me, though even then...not to the full extent I was hoping to experience. But the thought of being at someone's complete and total mercy. Blindfolded, tied up yes, but not just namby-pamby tied to the bedposts either John. I mean full on bondage once in a while. Unable to move, almost uncomfortable. Ropes around my tits...tight, until they're swollen purple like balloons. I want to feel the slap of a hand on my ass, perhaps even a crop once in a while. And I'll say it...maybe a strange cock, someone I don't know, might never know as you force me and ask me to suck them off while you stand there watching them. Now, I'm not saying we will do that, because I also believe neither one of us should ever do anything we don't want to do, or wouldn't enjoy seeing. But even just talking about it, even if it remains nothing more than a fantasy. I'd like to believe that we can still talk about it, openly without fear or repercussions. And I want you to feel like you can do the same with me too."

"What else?" I asked. And though I had never really been into the bondage scene, nothing she'd proposed or suggested was a real big turn off for me. Maybe down the road some of those things might be possible, even if I wasn't so sure about them right now. But the thing was, I was open minded enough to consider it, and yes...discuss it with her, which I told her.

"Like you already know. I want to be silly naughty at times. I want to have the freedom to simply walk in, see you sitting there, ask you to take your cock out for me and play with it. Maybe that will be all I want...for the moment. Or...I want to have the freedom to be sitting on the couch, masturbating, and should you come home, to not sit there and worry about what you might be thinking if am. People masturbate John, I certainly do. And I have no intention of ever stopping either. It doesn't mean I'm not happy with our sex life, or that I find you inadequate for any reason. It just means sometimes I enjoy getting myself off. And once again...I would expect the very same from you in that regard. You want to jerk off, then jerk off. Whether I'm there or not, whether we're sitting there watching some program on the TV one evening, and you get a wild hair up your ass to just take your dick out and jerk off...then do it."

I had to laugh at that one. That was almost a little too farfetched. "Oh sure...I can just see me doing that, and you just sitting there looking the other way, reading a book or watching the news while I sit there and jack off."

"Who says I'd do that? Chances are I'd join you for one thing. Although nine times out of ten, I'd bet we'd end up fucking in the middle of the floor. And that's the other thing too John. Sure I enjoy doing it in bed. But...I constantly fantasize about you fucking me all over the house. Wherever, and whenever. I get off on that, perhaps even more so that fantasizing or thinking about the two of us doing it in the bedroom. I think about you pinning me against the wall, lifting me up, me...straddling your cock as you nail me right there. Or even walking around, the two of us fucking..."

"I'm not sure I'm still strong enough to do that for any real length of time."

"Point is..." she giggled. "Even if you did me like that for a minute or two, it would be worth it, it would be exciting and arousing to me. That thing you did today for me John, that's what I want to see and do with you. Seeing you as you carried the groceries into the house with your cock sticking out the way it was, meant the world to me. You have no idea how loving and important a simple, silly act like that was. But it was. And it reminded me why I feel towards you the way that I do. Sure...we're brother and sister, but I also know that means we're a lot more alike than most people are. We always have been John, but then again...you should know that."

"So... me carrying in groceries from the car with my dick sticking out turned you on huh?"

"Yes it did John, and the mere thought of you doing that is turning me on again too. But...now that I've shared with you, time for you to share something with me too. What is it that turns you on John? What do you fantasize about anyway?"

"Well that thing with Marsha earlier was kinda naughty..." Lisa laughed at that.

"What a surprise, I thick typical of most men...seeing two women together. But, while we're on that subject, let me say this. Even something like that I'm not opposed to. More than you know. But...I also think, that you and I need to become very comfortable with one another first. We need to reach a place where neither one of us would have any jealousies, doubts, fears...apprehensions. Once we have that, once we have total and complete trust in one another, then as far as I'm concerned...the skies the limit."

I actually liked the sound of that, and agreed with it. We were in no real rush here to explore the unknown. We still had enough unknown explorations amongst ourselves for the time being.

"So you wouldn't get upset with me for looking at another woman's tits, or ass?"

"Of course not. Hell John, I'd probably be looking at her too, though I'd also be looking at other men, wondering what their cocks looked like, how big they were, how hard they could get, how much they were able to come. Would that bother you? Knowing that? Knowing that I do think these things and wonder about them?"

"No...not really. Especially if you knew I wondered about those things myself."

"Oh really!" Lisa said, catching me off balance.

"You know what I mean sis...I mean those things about women...not men."

"But that's something else too John. Even if you did...as long as you were honest about that too, I wouldn't have a problem with it. Hell, I'll be the first to admit I get off on watching gay porn, same as you obviously get off on watching lesbian porn. No difference."

"Well...no, I guess not."

"Good, then don't be surprised if I ask you to watch gay porn with me once in a while, and I'll certainly enjoy watching lesbian porn with you...deal?"

I thought about it, answering her hesitantly. "Well, ok...but only as long as you never tell anyone I ever did."

"Deal!" She laughed. "Now, what else would you like to do John? What's the one thing you've fantasized about, but maybe never ever did."

I swallowed. "Well, there is one thing. Never did it, never tried it...though I've certainly thought about it before."

"Then tell me...what is it?"

"Ah...well, I've always wondered what anal sex felt like."

"You've never had anal sex?" Lisa said looking at me incredulously.

"Nope...never have."

"Well, I'll be honest, we didn't do it that much or that often, but as long as Jack was careful with me, after we'd gotten started, I enjoyed it a lot. So...we'll do that, count on it, at some point. But until we've at least actually fucked one another, I think we're getting ahead of ourselves here don't you think?"

I laughed. "Yes sis...you're right. I think first things first. We need to fuck. The only question remaining then...is where and when?"

"I already know where...and the when is very soon now," she began. "But I want to clarify something else too. There IS a difference between fucking, and making love. I first want...no, I NEED you to fuck me, and then later...upstairs in the bedroom, I want you to make love to me. Fucking is for being nasty, dirty, and wanton. Making love, is when I want you to be tender, caring, loving with me, and I with you. And I want to experience doing that with you John. All of it. But first...I definitely need a good old fashioned fucking. So...you up for that? Any reservations at all?"

"Maybe in the beginning I did. But not any more sis. I now know and realize the only woman I really want to be with...is you. So again, since we're obviously going to be in the bedroom later...where is it that you'd like me to fuck you now?"

Lisa smiled upon hearing that, once again her look taking on a lusty edge to it. "I told you before that I've had these rather weird, strange, certainly decadent fantasies from time to time. One of which, is going to an intimate little dinner party, perhaps wearing a dress just like this one. And then in the middle of it perhaps, suddenly the mood strikes, the desire, the need. And then right there in a room full of people, you suddenly lift me up, placing me on the dinner table. And then you fuck me John. You fuck me hard and fast with everyone looking on. Is that too...strange for you?"




Lonely Hearts Ch. 04



I was actually picturing that in my mind. Maybe I hadn't exactly considered something like that in my own fantasies, but I certainly was now. Just the thought of actually fucking my sister, with people watching me do it, was turning me on. Maybe it was sick and twisted in sort of a way, but more than anything at this moment, just the thought of finally sliding my dick inside my sister's cunt was the only thing I wanted to do more than anything else in my entire life. I think she then saw the look on my face as I scooted back my chair standing up, already unbuckling my belt, unzipping my pants as they second's later fell down around my ankles. Lisa stood up as well then, seeing my hard exposed cock pointing at her.

"Take me John, take me. Take me hard, deep, and fast."

**

I cleared a space on the table, moving away our half-eaten food as Lisa moved the burning candles over to the sideboard, the only source of lighting we had. Leaning against the edge of the table now, I easily picked her up, depositing her on the end. Spreading her legs, hiking up her dress I reached for her panties and began trying to pull them down.

"There's a time...and a place for that John. Now is not the time, nor the place...rip them off!"

I yanked, damn near pulling Lisa off the table as I did, but she had already grabbed the sides of the table anticipating that perhaps. Her panties came away in my hand, ripped and torn, along with several dishes that went flying, crashing against the floor.

"I can always buy new dishes and new panties. But what I can't buy...is what you and I have," she said almost casually, brushing away, and thus knocking off additional glassware and cutlery. I reached up, now yanking down on the front of her dress. The small delicate spaghetti straps of her black cocktail dress shredding away as I pulled down on the front of her dress exposing her tantalizing delicious boobs. Lisa was grinning from ear to ear. "That's sort of what I had in mind when I first put this on for you," she told me. "Now John...now. Fuck me!"

I speared both of her breasts in my hands as I lunged. The angle of my cock to her pussy perfect as I slammed into her, filling her in one fell swoop. Impaling her, I held still for a moment, savoring the sweetness of her honey-filled cunt that now surrounded me, clenching me in its vice-like grip. 

Thrusting into her the way that I had, had momentarily taken her breath away...and mine. When she finally found her voice again, she sat up, now bracing herself on her elbows looking down and over towards me...towards us. "Oh god John! You're in me...you're inside me baby. You're hot, hard nasty pricks inside my pussy!"

"Oh fuck sis! Yes it is, isn't it? I can't believe that it is either. I'm actually fucking my own sister, after all these years...finally."

"Yes...finally," she moaned once more rocking back some, yet gripping me as I slowly withdrew letting her savor the moment just as I was. "Oh god...yes, yes John, yes! Tease me honey...let me feel that delicious cock of yours sliding out...and then back into my cunt! Nice and slow for a moment...and then fast John, fast....fuck me fast until you're ready to come, until you can't hold back any more. And tell me, tell me please so I can do something special for you."

I slowly slid back into my sister again, hands now mauling her breasts as I did, squeezing them, gathering, and then pinching her nipples, pulling up on them as I rolled them between my fingers. She groaned even more deeply this time, once more laying back on the table, her legs coming almost all the way up to her chest, presenting herself for me.

"Harder now John! Harder! Fuck my cunt John...fuck it, fuck my horny, naughty pussy John....fuck your sister's hot naughty pussy!" She all but screamed out now.

I was now slamming into her with the rapidity of a freight train. Even more dishes now bouncing around on the table, more sliding off crashing onto the floor, the sounds of which just added to the obscenity of what we were doing. The squishy wetness of her pussy greeting my thrusts, the sounds of which got louder and louder as flesh came together, likewise slapping and meeting one another in a frenzy of lust and passion that I know for myself, I had never experienced before.

"Oh fuck sis...fuck!" I cried out a few minutes later, the only intelligible words I could even utter as my orgasm approached, so tempted...almost too tempted to just keep thrusting, keep fucking her until I began spewing my load deep inside my sister's sweet slick pussy.

Knowing the moment however, before I could even react or understand, suddenly she was sitting up more fully, her hand down around my cock taking it into her hand. I opened my eyes having felt the sheath of her softness leaving me, but now felt as her hand rubbed my prick like a jackhammer against her own precious clit. Beating it against herself in a way that bordered on insanity, I cried out, letting her know as I did that I was about to ejaculate, to spew what I knew was going to be a fairly sizeable load here.

We both watched that first, almost magical spray of cream as it leapt from the tip of my cock, splashing against her tender abused clit. And as it did, even before the second rope of semen could join the first, I saw my sister's liquid climax joining mine. I saw, and then felt the warmth of my sister's ejaculate drenching and bathing my cock. I was amazed, watching as though in slow motion as my semen literally collided mid-air with her spray. The two forceful jettisons of orgasm mingling, combining and then cascading downwards over the two of us as we each continued to pump, squirt, and bathe one another in climatic sweetness.

I collapsed on top of her, panting, sweat drenched, out of breath...just as she was. The floor was a mess, broken dishes and food scattered about. We were equally so, dripping with our own bodily fluids, still panting, still basking in the afterglow of what had been an earth shattering experience for both of us.

"Now that's...what I call a royal fuck!" Lisa exclaimed laughing almost giddily now, just as the phone began ringing.

"Leave it," I tried calling out to her as she managed to swing away from me.

"Better not," she continued grinning. "I'm sure it's Marsha. She said she'd either call or come by to tell me how the wedding for her niece went. If I don't answer it now...she's apt to be knocking on our door later on. And I have other plans for you later," she continued to smile, reaching for the phone, answering.

I took that brief reprieve to collapse down in my chair again as she nodded her head towards me, confirming that it was in fact Marsha on the other end.

"So...how'd it go?" Lisa asked her, still sounding a little out of breath, as though she'd been running or something. "Oh good...good, glad to hear everything went well," she added only now making her way back towards me. I sat, watching my sister as she hiked up her torn dress, straddling me there in the chair now. I was somewhat surprised to find I was still hard enough to accommodate her as she slowly lowered herself, once more encasing me inside that heavenly passage.

"Me? John?" She asked back into the phone, winking and smiling at me. "Well...we just finished having dinner together for one thing," she stated. Though not able to make out the words, I could hear Marsha commenting, and then giggling through the phone.

"As a matter of fact Marsha...we just finished doing that too. I am in fact straddling him now, I've got his big nasty hard cock all the way up inside me again as I sit here talking to you." There was a momentary pause. Then I could hear Marsha speaking again, excitedly. "No...I'm not kidding," she said suddenly holding the phone towards me. "Tell her John, I don't think she believes me. Tell her that you've got your cock up inside my hot little pussy at this very moment."

"She's right Marsha, I do. I've got my big hard cock up inside my sweet sister's tight little pussy at this very moment." I heard an obvious gasp of surprise on the other end after saying that.

"What...still think we're pulling your leg? Here, wait one...am sending you something." Lisa then held out her phone, snapping off a quick photo of us, though not before raising up slightly, just enough to show my stiff hard cock connecting the two of us. Ensuring that it did, she then sent it off. "Ok, how about now?" She asked giggling hotly, though moving up and down my prick again, teasing me with it as she waited for her friend's response. That one I heard.

"OH MY GOD! You two really are...aren't you?"

"Told you," she said slithering up and down against me once more. "Now I hate to be a bitch about this right now honey...but you see, I have this cock in me, and we're about to take things upstairs to the bedroom in a moment. What? Oh yes...sure you can. Lunch tomorrow, sure thing. Yes...yes, I'll tell you all the naughty juicy intimate little details. No...no. I promise. Yes, yes, we'll see...maybe. Eleven-thirty then...our place," Lisa finished and then hung up the phone.

"Jesus sis," I had to laugh.

She laughed back. "Well, sort of takes care of one little problem now doesn't it? Although she did sound a little jealous yes. But I think she'll quickly get over it, especially if we can come up with someone she might enjoy being with herself."

"Dan," I said thrusting up inside her, feeling my hardness reaching its fullness once again. "My main office shop foreman. He's younger, but I think she'll enjoy meeting him. I certainly know he'll enjoy meeting her. Who knows, maybe the two of them will hit it off."

"Maybe we should invite them over to dinner one evening, you know...a small intimate little dinner party."

I looked at the mess all around us. "If we do...we might want to consider plastic dishes," I leered at her.

"Yeah, perhaps your right, or just forgo dinner all together. Maybe just have them arrive with the two of us already fucking on the table."

"You'd like that wouldn't you," I said standing, picking her up, my cock still buried deeply inside her as I began moving towards the stairs.

"Oh...and you wouldn't?" She asked wrapping her legs around me for additional support, arms around my neck now as she clung to me, fucking as we moved.

"Matter of fact...I probably would," I responded back, reaching the first step, thrusting into her, and then out again before climbing onto the second step.

"Hmmm, if memory serves me, there are fourteen steps to the landing. Think you're still strong enough to handle all that?"

"Sis...I might not be as young as I once was, but I'm just as strong as I ever was. I'm going to fuck you all the way into the bedroom, and then some." "Just fuck me until we get to the bedroom John. After we do...make love to me."

We made it to the top of the stairs, and then carried her down the hall towards the bedroom, my cock still fully embedded inside my sister's cunt.

"By the way John, she asked if she could watch us tomorrow, I said..."

"We'll see....I know I heard that, and now understood what you meant by that." I tossed my sister onto the bed, and just shook my head grinning at her. "Have to admit sis...living with you is certainly going to be interesting."

"As it will be with you too John. Now...come here. Make love to your sister."

And so I did.



Lonely Hearts



Barb was almost a Christmas tradition with everyone making bets on what time she'd finally pass out. 

I had headed off to the bathroom to relieve myself, standing there at the urinal when I heard someone else coming in. Not thinking anything of it, I finished up, shook it off and was just starting to turn around when I heard her standing directly behind me. Honest to god...I think she'd been looking over my shoulder.

(Lisa was by now laughing hysterically as I told her this story, continuing on).

"Then what happened?" She asked still snickering.

"Well, that's the funny thing about it. At first...I thought she had accidentally entered the men's room, as drunk as she was. But then when I turned and got a really good look at her, she was standing there with her shirt open, bra pulled up and over her tits, with both of them winking at me."

Once again Lisa was laughing. "You always were a tit-man John," she said shaking her head. "I know...and remember," she laughed even harder. "You were always trying to get a peek at mine."

"Never mind that," I interrupted. "You want to hear the rest of this story or not?"

"I'm all boobs John. I mean...all ears. Yes, please, by all means...tell me the rest of it."

I was looking at my sister's boobs however, once more forced to tear my eyes away from them, back up towards her face again. "So anyway, now I am stunned, confused...looking at Barb's tits. Where they beautiful? No...not really. They were big yes...and a bit flabby, nipples even pointing down as opposed to pointing up any. But...they were tits, and it had been a while, like I said. And damned if my dick hadn't actually grown some."

"Like it is now maybe?" Lisa teased as I shot her a look. "Sorry, she quickly added, couldn't help saying that. Please...continue."

"So before I can even react to anything, suddenly Barb lunges forward, pinning me against the damned urinal!" I said as Lisa once again burst out laughing, trying to picture that. "So here I am, trying to keep from collapsing down into that, Barb's hands suddenly all over me, managing to unzip my fly again, undoing my belt. I'm trying to fight her off of course..."

"Ah huh," Lisa snickers.

"No...seriously. But while I'm doing that, I realize I've got one of her boob's in my hand...and she's suddenly now got my cock in her hand...and damn it Lisa, I don't mind telling you...it felt good feeling that, even if it was Barb who was the one holding it. I was almost too stunned for words as she stood there milking my dick."

"Go on..." Lisa said, not really laughing quite so much anymore, now taking on a different look, as she sat there listening, looking at me, a bit flushed in the face perhaps. The fact I'd been speaking a bit vulgarly had obviously had some effect on her...as well as me. We'd spoken candidly before of course, but it had been years now since we'd actually sat here having a conversation like this.

"It really was...and had been my intent to push her away, get out of there. But shit sis, she had me, and was stroking me, and well...hell, you know...it had been so long."

"Yeah, I know...who could blame you?" She said still sounding interested in the story. "So then what happened?"

"You really don't want to hear the gory details," I said.

"Yes I do...go on finish, you started this, now...let me hear the rest of the story," she said trying to mimic a well known radio personality, Paul Harvey.

I just shook my head snickering at her imitation, though continued on. "Just remember...I warned you sis." She just winked, smiled and sat back again, waiting. "So...now it's starting to feel good, or rather I am, even if it is Barb doing this. But now I am also nervous and worried that someone might come walking in on us standing there like that. So I manage to convince her to move into one of the stalls, and damn lucky that I did too. No sooner had we done that, gone inside and closed the door, than sure enough...someone else comes walking in. But that's also when Barb suddenly leans over, takes my dick in her mouth, and starts sucking it. All the while we're both listening to whoever the hell it was, standing there taking a piss. I of course don't dare say or do anything to further raise suspicion..."

"Of course not..." Lisa chortled.

"So he's pissing...Barb's sucking...and now that's starting to feel damn fucking good." I saw my sister's eyebrows raise up over that one. I don't think I'd ever used that particular word in front of her my entire life, though she said nothing and remained sitting as I continued on. "Finally the guy leaves, but that's just as I'm starting to cum. But at least I can tell her I'm about to...figuring, well...you know. And then she just gobbles me up even more, now bobbing up and down on my cock even more fiercely than she had been. And then, well hell...you know what happened then."

"She took it? She...she swallowed?"

"Yeah...she did. And let me tell you sis, there was a LOT of it too!"

Lisa was truly blushing now. I figured mostly from embarrassment perhaps at hearing me telling her all this, though I suspected that some of it might have been from arousal too. Just telling my sister the story, strange as it was, had aroused me a bit too, as I now sat there with a semi-erection, that I was subconsciously fighting down to keep from having it make a full-on appearance here.

"Anyway...to make a long story short. She stands up again, wipes off her face, puts her bra back on over her tits, buttons up and leaves. Eventually I come out as well. But oddly, Barb's suddenly not acting or being quite as drunk as she had been. Suddenly, and considerably sober again, though she quickly proceeds to get stinking drunk, and eventually does end up passing out. Dave even put her up in a cot in the back room of his bar to sleep it off. Following Monday... she comes into work, goes about her business, never looks or says a word to me about what happened, and never acts any differently around me either. So neither did I. Neither one of us ever spoke about it, or mentioned it again. It's as though it never happened."

"Maybe that's the way she needed it to be John. Wanted to do something she's obviously always wanted to do, but then needed to step back, step away from it, and pretend it never happened. Being drunk gave her the reason and excuse to sort of do that."

"So you think, she really did know?"

Lisa laughed. "Oh John. Of course she did! For whatever reason. But, once she had, once she did...she was satisfied, and content for everything to go back the way that it had been. You've at least allowed her to do that yes?"

"Yeah, I guess so."

"Then leave it at that. There's always next year's Christmas party," Lisa did chuckle again as I picked up one of her chair throw pillows, and actually threw it at her. I missed of course, on purpose, though she used that as an excuse to bolt up off the chair she was in, and charge at me.

I'd always been ticklish, and she knew that. Immediately jumping up and into my lap, almost knocking the two of us over in my chair in the process. I immediately grabbed her hands of course, holding them off, up and away from me as she struggled. But as she struggled, I felt my sister's full firm breasts suddenly press against my face. Unaware perhaps that they were, or that I was breathing in my sister's heavenly, personal scent. And then of course, involuntarily, I felt my cock beginning to grow, to stiffen considerably, and quickly. And with sis now sitting firmly in my lap...it didn't take long before she could feel it too. And suddenly we sat there silently looking at one another, though she did suddenly look down. My hard dick, unavoidably sticking up through the opening in my boxer shorts. As though branded by a hot iron, Lisa suddenly extricated herself from my lap and hurriedly crossed the room, sitting back down in her own chair. I crossed my legs, making an attempt to hide my now firm erection of course. There was no help for it however, trying to tuck it back down inside my boxer shorts was fruitless. All I could do was sit there trying my level best to at least keep it out of sight.

Looking across the room at my sister, her face was as flushed as mine was. Partially from the silly, playful exertion of course. But I couldn't help wondering if she was flushed to some extent from the unexpected arousal too. I knew I felt it, though I fought it, wondering if she was.

"Well, anyway...like I was trying to tell you in the beginning John. This is your home too. So if you are seeing anyone, have any lady friends you'd like to have over...to...well, you know. You have every right to do so, just wanted you to know that. Whatever goes on inside your bedroom is your business."

"Lady friends?" I laughed. "Not hardly...at least not at the moment anyway," I said seeing an almost look of relief in her eyes upon hearing that. "What about you?" I then asked. "You trying to warn me about the possibility of coming home one evening and finding some guy-friend here?" I asked still trying to keep things light between us. Her face softened with a slight smile.

"Already told you John...the only thing I'm dating is Mr. Ever-ready. And speaking of which..." she blushed further. "It's way past my bed-time. Goodnight."

Lisa stood, walked over towards me again, kissing me on the forehead, and then turned heading up the stairs towards her bedroom. I sat there, watching her go, finding that my eyes had been firmly focused on my sister's ass. Finally as she disappeared, I looked down at myself, saw my hard stiff cock clearly poking up through the opening in my boxer shorts, and knew then and there, she had to have seen it again when she came over to give me a kiss goodnight. I smiled inwardly, a little confused by what I was feeling, but then sat back and slowly proceeded to jerk myself off.

**

Things settled back into some semblance of normalcy over the next few days. I still wasn't quite ready to come home, strip off and sit around in my boxers, though I had managed to remove my shirt and shoes, lounging around after dinner in jeans or a pair of working slacks. Lisa didn't press the issue with me either, though I noticed she started wearing a bra less and less often around me during the evenings, even though she too hadn't gone back to wearing just a tee shirt and panties around me either. I think we were both slowly trying to get comfortable with one another again, especially after the incident in the den when she obviously saw my hard aroused cock.

It was a Friday night, and I was already very much looking forward to the weekend. Lisa had already informed me two days before that she was going out to have dinner with a friend...a female friend, and then afterwards perhaps even take in a movie. I didn't mind so much, especially when I came home and found she had already ordered a pizza for me. All I had to do was warm it up, if I wanted. I smiled appreciatively. Even if she wasn't there to see it. Sis was always looking out for me. For the first time since the "incident" as I now referred to it, I stripped off all my clothes down to my boxers. I then took a cold beer from the fridge, the pizza, and headed off down to the den to watch some TV. One of the other nice things about living here was the fact that Lisa had cable. With an enormous listing of movies to chose from, I sat back eating my pizza in one hand, the remote in the other as I scrolled through all the various and available titles. And then suddenly I found myself looking at some rather interesting titles...adult movies. Whether she was even aware of it or not, paying the premium she did gave her access to those as well. I scrolled back up, looking for something else to watch. But my prick had already made up its own mind, lengthening even as I sat there. I scrolled back down again, intrigued perhaps by a title I had read, curious and interested as I clicked on it for more information.

"My naughty hot sister," the title stated as I then read a brief synopsis of the story line. Not much, something about a brother secretly observing his sister while she masturbated, and then getting involved from there. I checked my watch, it was way early yet...Lisa no doubt still having dinner with her friend. I was too sorely tempted, especially sitting there comfortably in my boxers, with my dick sticking straight up out of them. I clicked on the program, settled back, and soon began watching the story as it began to unfold. It took me back in time just a little as I sat watching it, back to a time long ago when I had in fact caught my own sister playing with herself. The only time I ever had, though I also hadn't watched her too long doing it either. Too afraid of getting caught perhaps for one thing. But for another, finding myself actually getting aroused watching her, realizing it...had shook some sense back into me, so I promptly retreated, though the image of her doing that remained with me for a very, very long time afterwards.

The fact that the girl in the movie looked a little like the way Lisa did when she was younger more or less fueled the fantasy again some too. Thirty minutes into the movie, the girl was laying on her bed, using what appeared to be a rather complicated looking vibrator on herself, simultaneously fingering and toying with her breasts while her brother stood just inside her closet, video-recording her as she masturbated. And of course...stroking himself off while he did.

I was soon doing the same. Sitting there in my own personal comfy chair, which I had now reclined back, cock in hand, slow-stroking it to my heart's content, watching...and yet imagining, remembering, substituting the girl in the movie for my own...back then, younger sister.

"Well...well, what are we watching?" Lisa suddenly said from behind me causing me to jump, reaching for the remote, which I simply knocked away from myself instead sending it flying across the room, skidding across the floor. Hands still on my cock, though I was now trying to cover it as opposed to fondling it as I had been.

"Jesus sis!" I only then managed to stammer looking up and over at her as she stood there in the doorway behind me. "What are you doing home anyway?" I asked still bewildered, not quite able to act or decide what I should attempt to do first. The movie was still playing of course. The sounds of the young woman on the bed, panting and breathing heavily as she just then started to climax. The subtle sound of her buzzing vibrator, the camera pan back to the boy in the closet as he stood there fisting his cock, jerking himself off, and now coming as well as several ropes of semen suddenly began to discharge from the end of his prick.

"Interesting movie," she said ignoring me as she now came the rest of the way in and settled down in her chair, looking at it, and then over towards me, though by now I had managed to sit my own chair upright again. And once again, crossing my legs in order to try and hide my very obvious aroused cock. "I see you discovered the adult channels. I was wondering if you would."

I looked at her in shock. Obviously she already knew they existed, though I wasn't about to ask her if she actually watched any of them herself. She turned back towards the TV, actually settling back into her own chair, speaking...though not looking at me.

"We couldn't decide on a movie to see, so we made it an early night instead. Margaret had things she needed to do tomorrow anyway, so she brought me home early."

Now I knew why I hadn't been aware of her coming home. She hadn't driven her own car, so the sounds of the garage door opening hadn't alerted me. That, and coming in through the front door, instead of through the garage door, which I would have heard from down here was the other.

"Jesus sis!" I said again, flustered, and frustrated now...not to mention being embarrassed. "You ah...you can shut it off now," I said meekly, certainly unable to do so myself, especially with the remote halfway across the room closer to the TV itself now than either one of us.

"Why? It does look sort of interesting," she said. "I have watched a few John..." she then added, only then looking back towards me.

"Yeah? Maybe so...but not with your own brother in attendance, and naked..."

"And with a hard on too you mean?" She giggled, though at least she stood up again, appearing as though she was finally going to retrieve the remote, which she did do...but not to turn it off. Instead, she turned up the sound just a little. "My hearings not quite as good as it once was," she explained, walking back towards her chair, sitting down again.

"You're kidding me right?" I now said looking at her, hands down in my lap, though my cock had at least partially softened a little with my nervous embarrassment.

"Oh for hells sakes John, lighten up. We're both adults, and if either one of us wants to watch a dirty movie, we're certainly entitled to do that. Especially in our own home."

"Maybe so. But...you are after all my own sister."

"Yeah? So? And you're my brother. But it's not like..." she glanced at the TV once again, perhaps only then realizing what it was I was watching. She smiled. "It's not like we're young...like they are. We're older now John, we're both in a different place now under different circumstances than back then."

I know my mouth was hanging open (not to mention my dick still sticking out) after she said that, though no words came to mind just then. Though she did pause the movie, freezing it in place, the scene before me now seeming surreal as the young man in the closet inadvertently stumbled, dropping his video camera, and then crashing out into the floor of his sister's bedroom. The look on the young man's face one of horror and shock. Similar to what mine must have looked like when Lisa came in.

"And don't you dare do anything...I'll be right back," she said. And then I watched as she left the room heading upstairs once again. Taking the remote with her as she did that.

**

"Jesus," I said again more to myself. Staring at the frozen screen...looking down at myself, growing hard again, almost unbelievably. Looking back up at the entry, almost expectantly, wondering. "She doesn't mean..." I said talking to myself, feeling my cock twitch and grow even a bit stiffer perhaps. An eternity passing, and then footsteps coming back down again. Lisa walking back into the room, holding the remote, sitting back down in her own chair again. Wearing nothing more than a tight fitting tee shirt, her bare breasts boldly pressing against it, hard stiff nipples protruding. That...and a pair of bright red women's briefs, and nothing else.

And then I noticed what she was carrying in her other hand.

"So...bring me up to date in the movie John. What did I miss beyond the obvious?"

"You're telling me you're going to..."

"Yes John. I am. I'm going to sit here and masturbate while watching a dirty movie with my own brother. Who hopefully will get over his own squeamishness, and begin doing the same. I mean after all John, it's not the first time you've ever watched me doing this, now is it?"

"You...you knew?" I said in disbelief. So many years now since I had. And never once had she ever mentioned it to me, that she'd known I'd been standing there. Though not in her closet, certainly peeking through the crack in her door for a bit. Seeing her there on her own bed, legs spread, bent at the knee. And though the toy she'd been using on herself back then wasn't as elaborate as the one in the movie, the one she now held in her hand was.

Now she did blush. Perhaps for the first time as she confessed she had known. "I would have never said anything to you about it back then," she stated easily enough. "But to be perfectly honest about it John, when I realized you had been, when I saw shadows behind the door out in the hallway, and realized my door hadn't closed all the way. I knew then you had. And the thought that you had, that you'd seen me playing with myself...well, it aroused me even more. I even did it again a few times after that, with a crack in the door. But never saw, or at least caught you peeking in on me again."




Lonely Hearts



"That's because I never did," I told her. "It was the one and only time." I looked at her. "You ah...you ever catch me?" I asked curiously now. To which she laughed.

"Oh yes, more than once in fact," she grinned. "Though I actually never got to see you cum. Once you were facing towards the old shed, while you were standing outside. The other time, well...you had a white hanky over it, so you obviously came in that."

I had done that often enough, but I was trying to place or picture when it was she might have actually seen me, without my being aware of it.

"And when was that?" I asked curiously.

"Remember the year we flew out with mom and dad to Uncle George, and Aunt Diane's place for Thanksgiving? And you ended up sleeping on the sofa down in their rec-room?"

"Yeah," I said cautiously trying to think...trying to remember. 

"And how our cousin Betty was constantly teasing and flirting with you back then, even though she was our cousin?"

Betty was dead now too, sadly enough...but she'd been almost ten years older than I was back then, and had seemed to take a great deal of delight in teasing me, nearly exposing herself on several occasions as though on purpose. And back then, on a horny teenage boy with raging hormones, it hadn't taken much to interest, or arouse me...even if she'd been my own cousin. I nodded my head, though still not sure when, or how, she had actually seen me. I'd honestly jerked off a number of times while we'd been there.

"So...but when," I asked still trying to visualize all this.

"It was late, everyone had gone to bed. You remember how close Betty and I were, even though she was a lot older than I was. Always felt like she was more of a sister to me than a cousin, and an older one at that. Took me into her confidence, shared things with me about herself. And I of course did the same. So I did have a pretty good idea about what she was doing...teasing you, and why. We'd both seen the bulge in your jeans just before you disappeared downstairs to the rec room to sleep. I soon followed her outside, we snuck around the side of the house, peeked in through the window. And sure enough, there you were. Unfortunately, by the time we got there, you were already laying on the couch, jerking yourself off, with your hanky over the end of your cock. Saw you cum, well...saw the look on your face anyway when you did, but not much else."

"Fuck...you mean to tell me?"

Lisa laughed. "Yeah...she saw you too," she giggled. "But if this helps any John. After that, after we came back inside and went back to her room? That's when she showed me what a vibrator was used for."

"No shit!"

"Yeah...really, no shit. My first one, was the one she actually gave to me, which is no doubt the same one you saw me using that one time. So...now you know."

"And you two..."

Lisa laughed. "We'll save that story for another time. Right now, I'm more interested in all this...back to the movie, and you," she added. "So quit being so damn shy and reserved John. Enjoy yourself...try forgetting that I'm your sister for once."

"That's not quite so easy," I assured her, though after this little discussion, my prick had in fact firmed up once again.

"Then maybe this will help," she said un-pausing the movie, though it was probably when she actually spread her legs, draping one of them over the arm of the chair she was sitting in, turning on her vibrator, and placing down between her legs that caused me to forget all about what the hell we were doing here. Time for that discussion would no doubt come later. Right now, I was too fucking horny to give it any more thought than that, as I suddenly uncrossed my legs, allowing my recliner to settle back once again. The next thing I knew, I was sitting there stroking my prick in front of my own sister, while she in turn, began masturbating herself in front of me.

**

It's not like we were actually doing anything. Well...to one another anyway. At least that's how I finally saw it, accepted it. Actually watching my sister playing with herself, while I did. Though the brother and sister in the movie certainly took it well beyond that as we sat there. I know I was thinking about that, wondering if she was. The two of us periodically glancing over at one another, especially when Lisa lifted the tee shirt she was wearing up and over her amazing breasts, and began toying with her rock-hard nipples. That almost did it for me, and I found myself having to ease up a bit, or I'd be shooting off everywhere. The fact I hadn't worried about...or brought a hanky with me in the beginning only then dawned on me.

Finally she actually looked over towards me again, lust-filled eyes and an expression on her face I'd never seen before. Not to mention the lusty tone of voice she now used when she spoke, further confirming the fact she was now sitting there hovering on the edge herself.

"You ah...you getting close John? Because I sure as hell am!"

It was obvious she was, just by the look on her face, but then I was too, and even more so now perhaps, just hanging on. Though idiotically enough, I was still wondering what I was going to do about it. I mean...I just couldn't sit there and simply cum, squirt...spray, now could I? The only thing I did do...was nod my head, looking at her, once again feasting on my sister's tits as she sat there pinching the nipple on her left breast.

"That's the one thing I never got to see you do John," she said with that same lusty catch in her tone of voice, teetering on the edge now, looking at me, her face flushed, her breath coming in clips between words. "I watch to watch you John. See you squirt...watch you cum," she moaned.

I was speechless, just sitting there looking at her, looking at my hot, very horny sister as she openly touched herself sliding the vibrator in and out of her obviously wet pussy.

"Come on John, cum for me. Let me see you cum, while you watch me cum. I want to cum for you John. Your horny, naughty little sister wants to cum for you while she watches her equally horny older brother shoot his wad."

"Fuck!" I finally spat, and then threw caution to the wind, too far gone to care or let anything matter at this point. All I wanted to do was finish jacking myself off, and if my sister wanted to see me doing that, while I in turn watched her actually climax, I was suddenly all for it. Three firm up and down strokes of my cock after that was all it took. I suddenly grimaced, not able to help it any longer. Felt the first intensely pleasurable surge racing up the length of my cock, and then the inevitable eruption as my seed suddenly exploded from the tip of my prick, surprising even me when it did. I had obviously come hard before, and a lot too from time to time. But it had been a while since I'd actually seen myself come quite this much. Not only was that first massive ejaculate a sight to see as it skyrocketed up in the air with a massive launch, not only in volume, but in length. But this was quickly followed by several more, each one just as copious, just as intense, as my prick continued to pump out streamer after streamer of hot cum cream. Each one of which began to land, splashing haphazardly all over everywhere, and almost everything, not including myself.

"Oh fuck! Yes John yes!" Lisa cried out, watching enthralled, and then shoving that vibrator so deep inside herself, where she held it now, thrashing and bucking about wildly, uncontrollably, once more crying out her own delirious pleasure, though her eyes somehow remained open, focused and locked on to my still discharging prick. I had slowed stroking it, more milking it now. And though the half dozen or more spurts that felt like they'd take the end of my cock off with it when I came had diminished now, there was still a sizeable oozing of cum-cream that continued to run down the length of my shaft, now coating and saturating my balls, not to mention my chair. Drained, collapsing back now, and only then closing her eyes, Lisa shuddered, groaned once more, and then smiled at me.

"Stay where you are...I'll get you something," she said and then stood up and walked past me, glancing down at my now spent prick. Her breasts still fully bare, her tee shirt still pulled up above them as she sauntered by, but not before placing yet another kiss on my forehead before she left again. "Thank you John...thank you."

I could only sit there, slick and covered with my own cum, still trying to sort out how all this had happened, mixed emotions especially now coursing through me as I waited for my sister to return with something I could use to wipe myself up with. She returned moments later carrying a nice hot damp towel, expecting her to hand it to me. But instead, she reached out, lifting my somewhat limp cock up herself, and proceeded to clean me up like she'd been doing it for years.

All I could do was sit there and let her.

To be continued...