5 comments/ 76964 views/ 44 favorites My Geeky Sister By: HunterShambles My name is Ron, I'm forty five, divorced and living in a flat over a takeaway, or rather a one room pit, with no development potential. I am overweight, overtired and overworked. My employers offices are on the Enterprise Park about a mile from here. I'm in IT and I do strange hours and live off the food my landlord sells downstairs. Technically, I've found that a man can live on Burgers, Fries and Milkshakes indefinitely, or at least until either the heart valves clog up or the veins in your lungs clog up. I was an unscripted and secret scientific experiment that had run for over fifteen years. Actually it was all down to laziness and low self esteem on my part. Fifteen years ago my beautiful, smart, sexy wife had had enough of my working arrangements and my lack of attention to her. She left and moved to the South Coast and shacked up with some artist gimp, who she explained, made pots. Apparently the sensual way he made the pots transferred to their lovemaking, Whatever. I let her pick her stuff up, take some of the furniture and then we sold the house and split the proceeds. We divorced on the grounds of my unreasonable behavior, yeah right. I moved in over the takeaway and my fascinating experiment with junk food began. Now several stone later, I wheezed up the stairs after work, Quarterpounder in one hand, large fries in the other, Super-size Vanilla Milkshake tucked under my arm. I had done this so many times it was no effort. Opening my inner door I stepped into my lounge and unclenched so the shake settled on the table. I put the burger and fries down pulled out my chair and ate hungrily. As I wiped the last of the mayo off my cheek, the doorbell rang. Who the fuck was that? For fucks sake it was nearly eleven pm. "Coming!" I yelled as I walked down the stairs, a dim shape visible in the glass of the street door. Female by the look of it, but who the hell could it be? Probably some kid with a belly full of alcopops and a bursting bladder. I opened the door gingerly, peeping out. "Ron for Gods sake open the friggin door!" "Lisa? What the hell do you want?" I said as I opened the door fully. "To talk to you, you daft sod!" She said, pushing past me and walking up the stairs. I watched her sweet arse sway up the stairs and grinned. She was one hell of a girl. My sister Lisa, the family genius, thirty five years old and smart as smart is. If I was a geek, she was uber-geek, she outshone me in every way, but I think I loved her anyway, in fact I know I do. "It's eleven o'clock, Lis, couldn't it wait til tomorrow?" "No you stupid prat, it can't. If it could then I'da waited." She plonked herself on my sofa, the only bit of the suite my ex left. I sat next to her. "Want a drink, tea, coffee, fruit juice, beer?" I shrugged, sitting next to her. "Ron, do you have any fresh milk, or tea bags, coffee, cordial or even fruit juice?" "I have absolutely no bloody idea," I laughed, "I just thought that's what you asked your guests" I did the inverted commas. Lisa looked at me with pure venom, her eyebrows lifted high on her forehead, lips pinched and face flushed. "You arse, what the hell are you playing at?" "I'm sorry, is this a social call or have you just here to have a pop at me?" "Hah! what use would that be, you stupid, overweight, numpty!" She spun on the cushion to face me, "You're heading for the exit big brother, and you can't even see it. For Gods sake Ron, Julie left you for a reason, you were at fault, don't blame her and stop feeling fucking sorry for yourself. Clean up, eat proper food and get some exercise!" she shouted at me. Then she started to slap me with her hands, all over, hurting, but not really meant. "Fucks sake, give over, I don't need this shit now, leave me alone, what does it matter to you anyway?" "Stupid, stupid, fucking bastard, what does it mean to me. You, you, you lazy stupid, irritating, shitbag are my only living relative, I don't want to be on my own." All the while she continued slapping me, as I sat back, lowering my hands. "But, but you and Pete, you..." "Ohhh! Pete's fucked off with some willowy titless wonder to "Go find his head" in fucking Wiltshire, Wiltshire! Hah! Arsehole. Some proto hippy weirdo- drink-your own- piss and pray to the gods of the universe commune. Which means shithead you're all I have left. And I hate you so much!" She continued to pound at me, tears streaming down her face until at last she stopped flailing and flopped forward onto my man boobs, her arms running round my neck. "I am so angry and tired and lonely." "Shit! I am so sorry to hear that, I..." I was lost for words, she and Pete had been like rock solid. I put my arms round her, not hard, just round her and let her sob. I could feel the front of my shirt getting damp and wondered if I had a clean(ish) one around for tomorrow. She sobbed and gulped in air, heaving against my chest. I patted her hair and coo'ed and sighed. At last she quietened down. Realising what she was doing she broke free and pulled a tissue from her jeans pocket. "Oh bollocks, what the fuck do you care, you saggy arsed old fart." She eyed me and I shrank back. "But, But of course I care.. I," I struggled to find words to express what I thought. "I love you, you're my little sister and I don't like to see you hurt." I said, wondering if it was true, did I really care? "Really? you really care? You care about me, your little sister, who you haven't seen in two years, haven't phoned but occasionally texted and generally ignored, do you care that much?" She smiled sarcastically. "OK, Alright, I maybe haven't given you that much attention, but in the background.. in the background, you've always been in my heart," I nodded sagely. "Bollocks I have, if I had been you'd have phoned, talked to me, seen that I had problems, needed a bit of support. But no instead you've wallowed in your own self pity and stuck your head in the sand and buried yourself in your work." It was wrong but the images of someone sticking their head in the sand and at the same time burying themselves in their work, made me giggle, wrong move. "Bastard!" she spat out followed by a swinging left jab and a hay maker in from the right. My head snapped back and I felt blood in my mouth. Tears stung my eyes and my head pounded with the force of the blow. "Bitch," I shouted and slapped her across the face instantly regretting it, as she screeched and held her hand to the red mark on her face. "I am so sorry, Lisa, please forgive me, I never meant to hurt you, I over reacted. I am sorry honey, so very sorry." I reached out for her and she fell back into my arms, sobbing again. I am a complete wanker, I'd always been taught that you should never hit a woman and even in my state, I knew I had crossed the line. Holding her tightly I ran my hand over her head, shushing her and kissing her. Her arms tightened round me and held me, as she sobbed uncontrollably again. Slowly she calmed down and relaxed in my arms. I held her tight. What was I doing, why had I pushed everyone away, where was my life headed, seemingly straight down the shitter at this rate. Sighing I sat back and let my grip relax. "Oh Lis, I'm so sorry, I'm a total twat, I hated what happened and I just let it eat me up, I stayed away because you and Pete were so happy and I wanted that and I was so jealous. Julie was right, I was self centered and obsessive. I couldn't leave the work alone, I was so bound up in finding solutions and having the praise, I lost sight of what really mattered. I fucked up big time. I just eat all the time, I.." I stalled, there was a crushing pain in my chest, I couldn't breath, tingling in my left arm. It felt like an elephant was sitting on me, I gasped, no air, can't feel... The rest is a blur, until I woke up in a white bed with leads snaking away from me connected to a machine or machines next to it. there was something clamped to my index finger. Shit my cock ached and felt like someone had stuck a stinging nettle in it. I looked round, Lisa was in a chair next to the bed, curled up, like when she was little, her face white in the light. I must have made a noise, because she woke, her eyes wide as if she had been startled by something. She looked at me and a tired smile crossed her lips. "You look like shit!" she said, touching my bare arm with her soft small hand. "Where am I?" I asked, confused but knowing the answer. "Hospital, you had a heart attack, I got an ambulance and they brought you in." She continued to rub my arm, it felt nice and I saw there was a tear in her eye waiting to fall. "Are you OK?" I asked, desperate to know she had forgiven me for the slap I gave her. "Ron! you're in hospital, seriously ill, hooked up to all manner of gizmos. There's a monitor on your finger and a catheter in your cock, and you want to know if I'm alright! Oh Feller you are pure genius. I do love you, I really do." she smiled and gripped my arm with her hand and I smiled. "So, you were right, look, here I am in the departure lounge and I expect the boarding call is just around the corner," I sighed, "Do think they'll have a good movie on this flight?" Her face crumpled and she cried again, I tried to sooth her but I was wired up and couldn't move, she sat back in the chair and found a clean tissue, I looked at her sadly. Why do I always put my large size twelve right in it every time. I felt totally helpless and hopeless. I lay back and stared at the white ceiling of my white room. Tears rolled down my cheeks, what a pathetic piece of shit I was. I must have drifted off, when I woke Lis was gone, I lay back, wondering, then drifted away again. Apparently I slept a whole thirty hours, so it was a day later when I woke again and there was Lisa sitting in that chair, looking at me, smiling as my eyes focused on her. She sat there, all five feet six of her, nine stone (that's one hundred and twenty six delicate and beautiful pounds), small pert breasts, beautiful blue eyes and dark hair. But all I could focus on was that smile, that gorgeous, beaming beautiful smile. "Hello sexy, you're awake then?" she said laughing. "Hi gorgeous, been here long?" I responded and was rewarded by a flash of those deep blue bottomless pits of eyes. "Coupla days, where you been?" she asked, kissing my forehead. "Out for the count, I think; you OK?" "Yeah, worried about you, but on the up." "Good, look I know I've been a complete tosspot, but I do love you, you know that?" "I do, and I love you too, now rest, I'm going to get a coffee and a bun, I'm starving. I just had to watch you wake up." she touched my arm and then spun away. I watched her walk, she was a total babe, and she was my sister. I smiled, some guys are born lucky, some guys aren't. I was and now I knew it. Three weeks later and I was allowed home for bed rest. Lisa organised transport and I wondered how I was going to get up those stairs. The journey took ages and as we stopped I thought it sounded and smelt different out there. When they opened the doors I saw why, this was Lisa's place they'd brought me to. I waited until the guys had taken me in in the wheelchair and deposited me in her lounge. She stood smiling looking down at me. "Ok, so why am I at your place?" "The hospital wouldn't release you back to that shitpit you call home," she said. "How would they know?" "I told them; then I described the elegant, but functional surroundings you see yourself in now." She grinned and left me sitting there. I smiled, I could imagine the conversation. Returning she had a tray with a teapot, mugs, milk jug and some fresh sliced fruit. I raised an eyebrow. She laughed and poured the tea. "I am appointed your personal trainer slash rehabilitation officer. I have promised that I will look after you, feed you properly, help you exercise and generally put you on track for a healthy stress free life." She held out the fruit plate. I grinned and picked up a couple of apple slices, "No, No No, big brother, the whole plate is for you, take it, this is your new mid-morning snack." I dumped the apple back on the plate and took it from her. I then ate the apple pieces and went to put it down. "No, No No, you eat it all up, come along, eat the fruit and enjoy." Her smile split her face and two red spots appeared on her cheeks. "You're enjoying this aren't you?" I grinned. "Yes I am, and I can't wait for the bed bath," she leered. "You're joking, there's no way I.." I thought it over, how the hell would I cope with even the basic essentials of cleanliness let alone dressing and undressing. Having a pee, Oh No! the dump in the morning. My head swirled... "AH! HAH! penny dropping, yes indeed, you are going to need my help for a day or so, at least, with all those itsy-bitsy, teeny weeny essentials of getting up and dressed and also, getting ready for beddy byes." She threw her head back and roared, I had to admit I was grinning too. Her eyes danced in the sunshine coming in from the windows and life, at least at that moment seemed good. She gurgled some more before sobering up and drinking her tea. I finished the fruit, which admittedly tasted great, then reached for the mug of tea. It took real effort to get the balance right, but I managed it without spilling a drop. The tea was exquisite, real tea, in a mug. There are some things in life which are so necessary, and good tea is at the top of the list. I smacked my lips in appreciation. Nodding my head, "I needed that; that is nectar little sis, pure heaven in a mug." "Welcome Ronnie, glad you like it. Now practicalities. This is a bungalow as you know, so no stairs, There are steps to go out to the back garden or out the front, we'll get to that later. Bathroom you know where it is, but I may have to come with you for the first couple of times, no, no, no, that's a given. Sleeping, spare room, bed made up, you need anything you yell, no matter what time, OK?" I nodded and looked at her as she went on, she was loving this. "Next; Exercise, there are a set of things you need to do, to help recover, I will be making sure you do those things. Food, I am now your dietitian, and delicious but healthy meals, snacks and drinks will be served during the day and evening, homemade and nourishing to help your recovery, understand?" "No chips, burgers or milkshakes then?" "Correct, well done, you catch on quickly. Any questions." "No I think you probably covered everything, thanks Sis." "Welcome Ronnie, it's good to have you home." "Good to be here sis, thanks." And before I knew it I was blubbing like a three year old, my eyes stinging as the tears rolled down. I sobbed my broken heart out and Lisa, bless her, sat with me and held me and loved me. Dinner was a chicken piece, no skin, boiled potatoes, beans, mashed carrot and swede, and broccoli. Dessert was, yup fruit, but not the same as the snack, who knew there were so many different types of fruit in the world? Not me. Supper was tea and a single plain biscuit. Then bed time: I had a dreadful feeling about this. Yes she did fuss over me and helped me strip, wash and pee, making sure I aimed it into her toilet bowl without missing, closing the seat and lid when I finished. I managed to clean my teeth then shuffled into her spare room, clutching my clothes across my groin. In the bedroom she took the clothes, separating the items for washing and the trousers and jumper I could wear again. I pulled back the bed covers and tried to get into bed, and struggled. Lisa made me sit on the bed, then helped me swing my legs round, til I was sitting upright in bed. Next she helped me shuffle down into the bed, before lifting the cover over me. "Thanks kid, I'm really not that good am I?" "You'll do and it's early days, sleep well Ronnie, love you." She kissed my lips gently and smoothed the bedclothes round me, just like my mum used to, I closed my eyes and drifted off. I went straight out, but woke about four am with a hard on and a bladder that wanted emptying. "Lisa!" I shouted, "I need to pee, can you get me out of bed please?" She was there instantly, the small nightlight in her room providing enough light for us. She lifted the covers back and my hard on stood up to meet her. "Oh! hello, what do you want?" "Safety mechanism, it stops me wetting myself if I'm asleep." "I could use one of those." "You're welcome to this," I hissed as she swung me round to get me out of bed, "This is the only time a stiffy is uncomfortable, and it makes peeing a problem too." "Really why's that?" "You been married, didn't Pete ever get a morning stiffy, because he needed to pee." "Can't say I noticed, but anyway pray tell, what's the problem?" "Well I need to pee, stiffy stops me wetting the bed,but then, can't pee with a stiffy. Double edged sword. Usually it drops off quickly, but it may take a minute or two for the pee mechanism to engage, that's when it hurts most. The first bit of pee down the tube really stings." "Fascinating professor, thank you for enlightening me, and there was I thinking you were overjoyed to see me!" she joked, we laughed. By now we were in the bathroom and the old John Thomas was flapping down, so I lifted the lid and seat and pointed the python at the bowl. I realised that Lisa was tucked in beside me watching. I waited, then she said, "Can I hold it, I've always wanted to have a go, please." "Feel free, although I think you're taking your medical duties a bit too seriously." I joked. "Oh this isn't medical, this is purely wicked fun," she winked and nudged me. As I laughed I started to pee and Lisa directed the stream into the bowl, obviously fascinated, as she began to roll her wrist, making it leave loops of pee in the air, that fell with noisy splashes. I watched in awe as she moved my cock around until the stream dwindled, then she shook it and wiped the end with a sheet of toilet paper, dropping it in the bowl. As I shuffled back, she stood over the bowl, lifted her nightie, squatted slightly and sent a stream of piss into the bowl. I watched the thick yellowy stream roaring down into the bowl causing it to bubble and boil. "Wow, that's impressive," I managed to say, feeling my cheeks redden as I looked at her bald pussy, she grinned, wiggled and wiped her pussy with some paper, moving away she lowered her nightie and the seat and lid, flushed the cistern and grinned. Her cheeks were red and her eyes sparkled. "Sorry but you peeing, set me off, I couldn't hold that for much longer and I can't get a stiff enough clit that would help it." We giggled. We walked back to my bedroom, she went and turned her nightlight off, before she returned to help me in, then walked to the other side, pulled back the cover and got in beside me. Snuggling up she put an arm round me, I dropped off quickly. We woke to the sunshine streaming in down though the hallway, I looked at the clock on the unit by the bed, six thirty, not a bad nights sleep really. I felt Lisa's arm round me and snuggled back into her, loving the feel of her against me. An alarm began to beep in her bedroom and I struggled to the edge of the bed and swung my legs round, dropping to the floor I felt very pleased with myself and I walked to her room and turned her alarm off. I shuffled back and managed to get back in, well done me. Sliding back under the cover, Lisa's hand slid over my bum and squeezed my cheek, then slid over my thigh as I spooned back into her. She lay her hand in my lap, gently touching my cock, which purred and expanded to meet her fingers. I stopped moving. She slowly ran her fingers along it. "Give me five more minutes please, then I'll get up," My Geeky Sister Her hand now slipped round my stiffening cock and I panicked, not knowing what to do. I slid a hand down and tried to move her hand off me, but she swatted me away. Now I didn't want to try again, because if she missed my hand she'd whack my cock and balls and that's a pain I can do without. "Lis, wake up. Please wake up, Lis, Lis." I said over my shoulder. "Five minutes please," She mumbled, "Mmm that's nice," Her hand had my fully erect cock gently gripped and she moved slowly up and down it. The effect was unbelievable, I shuddered as I felt it thickening and my balls seemed to be expanding in the sac. This was an accident going to happen. Her slow languid wank had me gasping and my hips moved to help increase the pleasure, I was pretty close to lift off. Then I realised I had nowhere to go, it would hit the sheets and they would need washing. I couldn't move, I was trapped, but the pleasure was so intense. I cupped my hand in front of the head, just as the first jet of jism spurted out. I felt it hit my palm and I angled my hand to catch the rest. Two, three, four, five, Six! SEVEN! I couldn't remember when I'd last had that much and usually it just dribbled out. I balanced my hand to catch the drips, as I heard Lisa laugh. "You naughty boy, Lisa's gonna tell on you!" Her hand gripped my cock and her mouth kissed my shoulder, I felt a spasm and quickly put my hand under my wilted cock to catch the dribble that slid out. Lisa laughing withdrew her hand, wiping her palm on my arse and giving me a quick gentle squeeze. "Sorry, that was very naughty, but so much fun, what a lovely way to wake up. Note to self, must jerk off my brother more often in the morning." "Have you got a tissue, or can you lift the covers off me so I can take care of the cum in my hand." I asked, hearing her giggle. "Sorry, wait a mo'," She skipped round the bed and pulled the cover back. I managed to get myself upright without spilling a drop. Placing my other hand underneath as backup I made for the bathroom. There I allowed the contents of my hand to plop into the toilet. I wiped my hands dropped the paper in the bowl and flushed. As I washed my hands Lisa walked in, pulled her nightie off, stroked her boobs and sat on the loo. She peed and flushed, then went into the shower stall. I heard her over the waters splash. "Hey Hun, want to share, I can clean you up for the day?" I opened the door and stared at my beautiful sister. I spent a long time looking her up and down, my cock amazingly was semi hard. I nodded and stepped in, surprised at how much room we had. The water felt great and I turned my head up and enjoyed the feel of the water flowing over me. Lisa began to rub my back and I felt her start to go lower, then she was cleaning my backside I bent forward and spread my legs, her expert hands cleaning me right up to my balls. I turned and she did my front. Taking the flannel and shower gel I reciprocated, gently cleaning her breasts and belly, before kneeling to do her pubis and legs, she opened them to allow me to clean her pussy and turned as I finished her legs. Bending, she let me clean her arse, then as she straightened I stood and soaped and cleaned her back. Finishing, I couldn't resist, putting my arms round her and holding her tiny pert breasts as I hugged her. Her hands slide down my sides and she leaned her head back. Reluctantly we separated and climbed out, drying ourselves on the large white towels hanging from the towel rail. We padded back to my bedroom, where Lisa checked I was dry, running the towel over my shoulder blades and across my back. She disappeared and came back with some clothes for me, and surprisingly for her. I pulled on the T shirt and shorts, no pants, and watched as she pulled on a dark blue T shirt and wrapped a skirt round her waist, strange, no bra or knickers, but then I wasn't going to complain. We ate breakfast, such a novelty for me, because, usually I'd grab a bun or butties and a coffee from the shop in the Enterprise Park. Cereal, fruit and tea, perfect. Lisa concentrated on her breakfast avoiding my gaze. I drank in silence, wondering what was happening in that head of hers. "Ron, I need to tell you something, it's kinda weird but bear with me, I seem to have err.. well decidedly un-sisterly thoughts about you recently and I think I may want to let you sleep with me." "Ahh, hmm, well I can understand that, you being drop dead gorgeous and me being a fat old git. I get it, no, no I do! I understand why you're attracted by my sheer sexual magnetism. I have been told I'm a Babe Magnet before you know." I countered. "Ha Ha, very funny. Seriously, I feel, very, very, attracted, to you." She spaced her words out and looked me deeply in the eyes. She was serious. "OK, well I think that is wonderful for me, but I'm no great shakes in the love department. I think you are smart, sexy, a Babe, you're almost ideally perfect except for one teeny, tiny flaw. That being, you are my sister, a direct relation." I looked her at her without blinking. She wavered, "Sooo, what happens now?" she said a frown wrinkling her brow. "That, my dear is up to you. I would genuinely love to be around you, like we are now, I'm not sure I can be a lover that will satisfy you, but I would dearly love to try. I would however, hate to lose you over anything which would drive us apart, such as poor sex, or bad cooking, farting in bed, that sort of thing." I grinned. "Well, I am still responsible for your well being until the Doctor signs you off, so you're welcome to stay here, if you want." I smiled, I sure as hell wanted that, that much I did know. "Thank you, now is there anymore tea in the pot?" "Of course and shortly there will be an interlude of physical activity, which will involve you moving your body in time with mine, through the medium of dance." "Dance!" "Correct, and I'm glad you were listening." "Dance?" "Yes, dance, you understand the word?" "Dance?" "Understanding is not merely the repetition of the word, but a sense of what it encompasses and it's possibilities as an exercise system." she smiled. "Dance?" "YES Bloody dance, I'm going to teach you to dance and we will then learn a routine and perform it to our mutual satisfaction." "Dance?" I grinned, knowing I was irritating her. "Stoppit, now, drink your tea." "Da..." "Leave it!" she commanded sternly and then grinned and poked her tongue out. We giggled and finished our tea. Lisa had a pitch to prepare as she ran her own small IT company and she asked me to help, we spent the day working on the outline and the proposal from the requirements. I thought she had some stunning ideas and told her so, her smile a big reward for being truthful. Later we used her study, which was littered with kit, to set up some quite neat documents and summaries. If it had been me she presented to I buy in to it, but then I'm biased. She sent the stuff off on-line and we cleared away, The phone rang and she answered it, twenty minutes later, she came and sat in the lounge next to me. "Ron, they want us to pitch to their Senior Management, next week." "We?" "Yeah, you and me, why not, you helped me with this. Come on it'll be great, the two of us, we'll murder it." She hugged me. "Well I'm supposed to be ill and I'm signed off work and..." "You're not..." she flinched, then sat upright. "Not what?" "Not signed off," "What? but what about..." "They let you go, they think you're too old to hold the position." "They can't do that, it's against the law, I've been stressed out by their working practices, I could sue them for millions. Millions!" I shouted. "I told them that," "You did?" "Oh Yes! and they agreed." "They agreed?" "Can you please stop just repeating what I''m saying as a question?" "But how?" "Well I say something then you repeat it as a question.." "No how did they come to agree with you?" "Well I hired an expensive Solicitor and a Barrister and I went to your company and we talked." "You talked?" "You're doing it again!" "And what did Happy Harry say?" "I told you he agreed, and he offered a compensation package." "He did?" "Are you alright?" "Well I just found out I lost my job, but yeah, I'm fine, fine." "Good, because I negotiated a six hundred thousand pound pay off for you." "Fuck my old boots." "Yeuck, no thank you." "Well thank you, that's wonderful, I feel quite good, a little fazed, but quite good." "So will you come with me and help?" "Well I seem to be free, so yeah let's go murder it kid." We shook hands and hugged. I think I remember kissing her, not a lot, just a couple of lip smackers. In the evening we danced, well Lisa danced and I waddled, but apparently I did get better as the time wore on. By nine thirty I was whacked, so I made my excuses and went to bed. I was allowed to wash clean and tidy up all on my own. Then a little later I felt Lisa crawl in next to me. She shivered and I turned to cuddle her, she was naked, as I was. She kissed me and I put my hands on her back, pulling her tighter. My cock, thickened and came between us, she giggled and adjusted so it lay against our stomachs. I held her close and kissed her face, her neck, her ear. She pushed against me and her hands played on my bottom, I twisted away slightly and placed a hand on her small perfect breast. She sighed and her mouth found mine. We kissed for what seemed hours until she pulled away and gasped. "Please make love to me Big Brother, please I need you desperately, love me Ronnie." It was my little sister, what could I do? I lay her down and she opened her legs, I felt the heat of her burning into my groin as I lowered myself to her. We joined, I slid my cock easily into her wet warm cavern and I felt her clasp me within her. I stayed still for an eternity before she urged me to move in her. We moved slowly, building a rhythm, feeling our way, enjoying each other. We began to move faster, I was slipping my cock in and out of her perfect vagina, she was moaning in her ecstasy. We peaked, she climaxed I came, we soared and roared and finally came down. We lay panting, still, just joined together, touching from face to toes. Finally as I slipped out of her and she made a small "Oh" of disappointment at our parting, we lay side by side. "Oh God! that was unbelievable where and how did you learn to make love like that?" she said in a low breathy voice. "Me I thought it was you, I was just enjoying the most stunning loving I have ever had, truly." "No way, you were so good, I have never climaxed like that." "Me neither, I must have shot a gallon into you, I was so blown away." "Well that's it then, you are moving in, and I want this every night, and I mean every night." she repeated. "Are you trying to kill me with sex?" "If I was it would be a suicide pact, I'm still tingling, and I keep getting little after shocks too. God I hope I can still walk after that." We laughed and cuddled again, my slippery dick, leaving little telltale trails on our skins. then Lisa rolled over me and pushed me towards the other side. "What's that for?" "You can sleep in the damp patch," she giggled. We kissed and laughed and I did. Now that was ten years ago and I'm five stones lighter. We're still together, loving each day and the business goes from strength to strength. Seems we are a dream team and so far all our customers love us. I was damn lucky she was around that evening and I thank God each day that she was.