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My Sister Jackie

By: Wes99



Perhaps what I'm about to tell you is, to some people, a bit unusual, but in our defense, it all started out in a harmless sort of way. Many years ago, almost before I can remember, my older sister Jackie and I were separated by our parents divorce and we both grew up on the opposite sides of the country. We had very little contact so we never really got to know each other. By the time we were grown we simply went on with our lives.

A couple of years ago I got a call from Jackie and she told me that she had recently divorced her second husband and, by coincidence, had just moved to the same city I was living in. She said that she had found my name and phone number in the phone book and wasn't even sure it was me, but thought she would give it a try. We had a long and friendly chat and tried to talk about the things we might have in common, without much success. All in all the conversation was pleasant and almost reluctantly on my part we agreed to meet for dinner the following Saturday night.

When Saturday night came I went to the restaurant where we were to meet. It was early so it was not crowded and I took a table near the back to wait. I looked at every woman who came in the door searching their faces for some sort of recognition, not really knowing after all the years what she would look like. Finally a very attractive woman came in and stood by the entrance and I remember jokingly whispering to myself, "Damn, I wish that was her!" The woman had beautiful figure and face with black hair that hung below her shoulders. She was wearing a short black skirt that hugged her hips and ass, and a tight fitting long-sleeved pale blue blouse that clearly accentuated her large breast. Her legs were trim and tan and set off by dark hose and black high-heel shoes. I remember holding my breath as she looked around the room. When she saw me she smiled and started toward the table. I couldn't believe that this was my long-lost sister! At least not a woman who looked that good!

It was obvious that for the first hour it was awkward for us both as we tried to find a common ground between us. We were related so deeply by blood, yet we were completely separated by our own individual circumstance. At first, we talked like two people on a first date but before long we talked like old friends. We talked about many things including our ex-spouses and what we had been doing with our lives over the years. We both agreed that we had not been very lucky in love and we jokingly admitted that for a long time we both suffered with pretty lousy sex lives. As the evening wore on I could tell that we both began to feel a strong bond between us that was hard to explain. Jackie was a very attractive woman and it was hard to hold the thought that she and I were sister and brother. We talked freely about our lives. Our successes and our failures. And of course we shared some of our intimate secrets with each other.

We had a very good time together and I was sorry to see it getting late. As we stood out in front of the restaurant saying our good-bye's, Jackie hesitated, as if she wasn't quite ready to leave and she said. "Would you like to come back to my apartment? I'm still moving in, but if you don't mind the mess-"

"I'd love to!" I quickly replied for I wasn't ready to leave her either. 

Her apartment was on the top floor of a large complex in the nicest part of town. After offering me some coffee she went into the bedroom to change her clothes, complaining, "These shoes are new and they are killing my feet, do you mind if I change?" 

"No, I don't mind." I said. While she was in the other room I looked around the apartment and it was easy to see that she had some very nice things. A strange feeling came over me as I looked at some of the things that I assumed were an important part of her life. It made me feel like I had missed something by not knowing my own sister. I felt as if I was looking at something shadowy and vague that was hidden within myself that I had, through no control of my own, lost touch with. Some of her things looked oddly familiar, though I had never seen them before. On a glass shelf in a curio cabinet I saw a small, delicately carved ivory figurine of a couple engaging in oral sex in the sixty-nine position and it made me hold my breath for a brief moment. As I was admiring the figurine Jackie came in the room behind me and I was suddenly at a loss for words. "Um, nice." I said nodding at the figurine. I felt foolish the moment I said it.

"I bought that for my ex-husband Roger, I thought it might give him some ideas." She laughed sarcastically.

I turned around and saw that Jackie had changed into a pair of faded jeans and a man's long sleeved white shirt and she still looked very sexy even if she was my sister. I couldn't be sure but I thought she wasn't wearing a bra under her shirt. The jeans were very tight and accentuated the soft curves of her hips and thighs. 

"Didn't it work?" I asked.

"No." Jackie sat on the sofa and patted the cushion as an invitation for me to sit next to her. "Roger was a lot of things but a a great lover wasn't one of them. I don't know how we got into the sexual rut that we did, but his idea of making love was to masturbate as he watched me use a vibrator on myself. And, even that didn't happen very often." She paused. "If I really insisted, he would fuck me, but I got tired of begging for it." She shook her head. "I think the little statue there," she pointed toward the curio cabinet, "was a symbol of my own defiance."

"Roger and my ex-wife would have gotten along great," I said. "She would have liked that. She would have been able to fake her orgasms with the vibrator and she wouldn't have had to go to the trouble of cleaning herself up afterward."

Jackie laughed and as she did I couldn't help but notice the way her tits bounced softly under the material of her shirt. When she stopped laughing I thought I caught her taking a quick glance at my crotch. She took a sip of her coffee, then said, "Does it surprise you to learn that your big sister is a very sexual woman?"

"No." I answered. Then I added lightly, "We both must have gotten a good share those particular gene in our make-up." I paused then said more seriously, "I guess it's one of the reasons my wife and I didn't make a go of it, we were definitely on two different levels of sexual need. It was fine for her to have sex once a month…sometimes less than that…I needed it almost every day."

We continued to talk for about an hour, mostly about sex. I was amazed at how openly and freely we shared the most intimate details of our past. It was obvious that we had both been burned many times in the past and she made it clear she wished she cold find a man who could treat her with respect and care, and who could make love to her without wanting to dominate or smother her. When Jackie talked about how some of her lovers in her distant past, before Roger, made love to her, I noticed that her nipples got hard and pressed against the material of her shirt. Once when she got up to get us more coffee I saw a small dark wet spot in the crotch of her jeans, right at her vagina would be, and I knew that she was getting very turned-on by our open discussion.

When she sat back down I told her about some of the very exotic sexual adventures I had in different parts of the world while I was in the military. "I think that kind of spoiled me," I laughed. And she begged me to tell her all of the details. It was obvious that the more we talked the hornier we were both getting. I didn't even try to hide the hard-on that kept rising in my pants. I told her of the obvious sexual difference between women of the Orient and the women of Europe and how each fucked differently. I told her of the oriental basket-fuck I got in Hong Kong and the iced-towel techniques I experienced in Milan, Italy. I also told her about the girl I lived with when I was stationed in Alaska and how she introduced me to swinging. The more I talked, I noticed, the harder it was for Jackie to sit still and I could tell her breathing was getting a little deeper. 

Suddenly she leaned over and put her head against my shoulder and let her hand come to rest on my thigh. I immediately could feel a small amount of my precum flowing out the end of my cock as throbbed against the material of my pants. I had a moment of indecision as I wasn't sure what to do next. I was so horny. I wanted, with everything in me, to fuck her at that moment. But this was my sister, I thought to myself. 

"OH GOD!" She half-laughed as she put her head back against the sofa. Then she lifted her head and looked at me. I knew what she wanted; I just wasn't sure what was next. Her breathing was heavy and I could see her hands trembling slightly. "God, I am so horny," she said. "I need to get fucked! It's been too long since I had a hard cock in me!" She leaned against me and I reached my hand down and started to unbutton the buttons of her shirt. I ran my hand over the warm flesh of her erotic breast and let my fingers play with her erect nipples. Suddenly it didn't matter that we were brother and sister. We were actually more like strangers - simply a man and a woman with deep passionate needs that couldn't be suppressed or ignored any longer.

Jackie's hand moved over and began to rub my hard cock. With a quick movement she unzipped my pants and pulled my underwear aside letting my cock stand up in my lap. Her fingers worked smoothly as she fondled the head of it making it swell even larger. As she lowered her mouth onto my hard penis I unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off of her. Her lips and tongue worked erotically on me and before long I could feel my orgasm building quickly and I had to fight to control it. Lifting her head from my cock I gently urged her back on the sofa and got her to lie on her back as I unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them off. She wasn't wearing any panties and it was easy to see that her whole crotch was wet with her excitement. As I undressed I couldn't believe the erotic beauty of her nude body as she lay there waiting for me to fuck her. Her lovely tits rose and fell as she continued her passionate breathing. Her cunt lips stood out from her soft pubic hair and were puffy with excitement and the anticipation of getting fucked.

When I was finally undressed I resisted the urge to immediately start fucking her and I deliberately sat back down on the sofa so as to be facing her cunt. Her eyes held mine as I reached forward and gently parted her pussy lips with my fingers. In response she spread her legs. Her hips arched and clear flow of moisture ran from her lips and down her ass onto the sofa cushion. The unmistakable scent of her wet lust filled my nostrils as she closed her eyes and let out a soft moan. I slipped my middle finger into her vagina and let my index finger come to rest against her clitoris. I was amazed at how tight and hot her pussy felt as it held my finger. As I slowly began to finger-fuck her wet pussy I very gently rolled her swollen clit back and forth. It was easy to see that Jackie preferred a light touch on her clit. Many years before I met a wonderfully warm and sensuous woman in London, and it was she, who taught me how to bring any woman to an intense orgasm with a light touch, in the proper place, on the clitoris. Turning my palm slightly upward I began to massage Jackie's G-spot with my other finger and the effect was immediate. Jackie began to whimper as she ground her cunt against my fingers. Her first orgasm was coming on her very fast. I reached up and put my other hand on her breast and squeezed her erect nipple as her body arched and she let out a soft, yet, high-pitched cry of pleasure. I felt her tight cunt throbbing around my finger as the waves of pleasure coursed through her body.

"Oh my God!" She moaned, "I've never cum that hard in my life! I never knew- "

She didn't finish her sentence. I was still finger-fucking her and a second, but smaller, wave of pleasure jolted her body.

Looking down at my cock I was surprised to see the copious amount of clear, sticky precum that had flowed out of my urethra and run down the side of my prick. It had been a long time since I had been this fully aroused. I almost felt sexually possessed. This is the level of sexual intensity that I had searched my whole life for. It was not always easy to attain. I had felt it several times with a few other women and I realized, sadly, that I had never felt it with my ex-wife.

I gently pushed Jackie's legs apart and moved my body between them. I wanted to move my lips to her cunt and taste the secret essence of her aroused vagina but decided to wait. Instead I placed my cock against the opening of her pussy and as I lowered my face to her right breast and began to suck on her erect nipple and with a quick thrust my hard cock burst up into her wet vagina. She quickly wrapped her sensuous legs around my back as we began to fuck each other. Her cries and moans were constant and the intensity built as we thrust roughly against each other in the velvet-violence of sexual intercourse.

Jackie came several times as we continued to fuck and with each of her orgasm it became harder for me to hold mine back. As she approached another orgasm it was obvious it would be her strongest and I began to pump her vagina as hard as I could. There was no way that I could hold back my own orgasm as we struggled against each other for our lustful fulfillment. 

"FUCK ME! FUCK ME AS HARD AS YOU CAN! PLEASE! PLEASE!" She begged. "I'M CUMMING!" She cried as her whole body arched up against me.

My own orgasm rushed over me as I spewed my hot fuck-juice out the end of my cock and into the dark wetness of her cunt. I felt myself repeatedly pumping my cum into her hole as I groaned uncontrollably. I knew I had ejaculated a huge amount of cum into my sister's cunt as I could actually feel the liquid pooled against the head of my cock. 

We both lay wrapped in each others arms as our orgasms subsided. I softly sucked on her erotic nipples as her breathing slowed. Her soft moans made me feel as if I was glimpsing a very private and vulnerable part of her that I hoped was one that no one had ever seen before. As we lay there, as we held each other, it felt as if we were taking something from each other that we each so desperately needed.

I felt my cock slip from her vagina and I softly moved down her body and began to kiss the skin of her thigh. I could see small traces of my own cum, white, on her crimson cunt lips and trapped in her matted pubic hair. Something special had happened between us that no one else in the world could understand. 

I reluctantly got up and stood looking down at Jackie as she lay there, nude and freshly fucked. She still had her eyes closed and I wondered if I would, ever again, feel the total sexual completeness that her intimacy had shown me. My own sister, who, I realized, I hardly knew, showed me something about myself that for so long I was searching for.

Jackie opened her eyes and looked at me with a look that told me she felt the same as I. Softly she reached her hand out for mine as she got up from the sofa. Without a word she led me to her bedroom and her bed where we lay, exhausted, together. Just before I drifted off to sleep I thought back on the moment, as I stood by the sofa, when I feared that I would never again know the deep intimacy of her sexuality. Little did I know it was just the beginning for my sister-lover and I.

My Sister Jackie Ch. 02



The morning sun reflected brightly on the bedroom wall at the other end of the room. I opened my eyes and quickly shut them to block out the painful glare. I felt the unsettling and momentary confusion of wondering where I was. Slowly my mind began to sort everything out. Bits and pieces began to come back to me as I began remembering what had taken place the evening before. I quickly sat up and looked at the empty bed beside me, then let my eyes search the still unfamiliar bedroom to see if she was still there. 

"Jackie?" I called. There was only silence. 

I fought the urge to lie back down. Forcing myself to become more awake I glanced over at the utilitarian, green block numbers on the clock radio that faced me from the bedside table – 8:03 am. 

I got out of bed and went into the bathroom. Taped to the mirror was a piece of notepaper that had several colorful butterflies printed across the top of it. There was a message printed in pencil from Jackie that read: Forgot about an early A.M. appt. – I let you sleep – call me.

"Butterflies!" I mumbled to myself after I re-read the note several times. I had the strange sensation of familiarity and I knew that it would be like her to choose this kind of notepaper.

As I washed my face I began to recall everything that had happened the night before. How we had talked for so long and so intimately; how Jackie was more like a lover than a sister. I thought about the sex we had, and how intensely satisfying it was. "Jesus." I muttered to myself. I also thought about the very intense and erotic sex we had on the living room sofa. My mind kept thinking about how erotic Jackie looked, as she lay nude on the sofa, waiting for me to get undressed. And of course, how erotic it felt to make love to her and feel her give back so completely. I remembered how, after we made love, she led me to the bedroom where we fell asleep in each other's arms. 

I didn't remember her saying anything about any appointment this morning. I wondered if it was just an excuse, a way for her to leave before I woke up. I wondered if she was embarrassed?

I looked at myself in the mirror and vaguely remembered making love sometime during the night, several hours, I thought, after we had gone to bed. As I splashed warm water on my face the memory started to become clearer. Like an image appearing out of a fog I remembered more. The room was dark and I slowly awoke to the feeling of Jackie gently sucking my soft cock. I remembered being slightly confused as to whether I was dreaming or not. But her naked body hovered over mine as I felt her warm lips. Her tongue was velvety-soft and I remembered how her warm breath felt on my loins as my cock hardened with anticipation and desire. I remembered that she sucked my cock for several minutes before I gently rolled her over and moved into place between her legs. I was inside her vagina almost without realizing it and, there in the darkness, we possessed each other, each in our own way. Her soft cries of pleasure still played in my mind as I looked at myself in the mirror.

I glanced at the note again looking for some vague hint in her message. I saw nothing and I went back into her bedroom to get dressed. I stood in the middle of her room looking for my clothes before I remembered that they were still in the living room where I had taken them off the night before. I started toward the living room and passed by several unpacked boxes that had been set against the wall near the bedroom door. One box that was open at the top contained some books and various small picture frames. As I walked by the box a small-framed picture that was on the top caught my eye. It was a picture that obviously had been taken several years earlier of Jackie standing on a sandy beach that I assumed was somewhere in Mexico. She had on an orange bikini, with one of those para-sail harness strapped tightly to her body. The harness was pressing her luscious tits together and the two straps that came from behind and up between her legs made the material of her bikini, covering her pussy, stand out. I wondered as I looked at the photograph if anyone else at the time noticed how erotic she looked.

I placed the picture back and was tempted to see what else I could find in the box. A wave of embarrassment came over me for even considering it yet this was the sister that I really never knew. And even more than that, this was a woman who, at this very moment, wherever she was, was carrying traces of my cum inside her warm vagina. I needed to know something about this woman. I needed to see if I could glimpse something that had been denied me for so long. As I sat on the floor searching through the items in the box I felt as if I was beginning to understand a little about her. In a way, her life was in here, at least her past life and in the photographs I could see the progression – the maturation – of the girl into a woman. I had the strong sense that she, like all of us, was vulnerable in some ways. It was as if I was seeing something of myself in these scattered trinkets and photographs. Something like a sort of parallel life is the best way to describe it.

At the bottom of the box was a sealed envelope that was stuffed with letters and more photographs. On the outside of the envelope the word Personal was written in ink in what I assumed was her handwriting. I held the envelope in my hands for a moment then placed it back in the box without looking inside. This was too personal, I thought. I felt that taking a look inside was just going too far. I put everything back in the box and stood up. I glanced back at the bed and remembered how good it felt as Jackie and I fucked each other the night before. I wanted to fuck her again and I hoped she wanted the same. I did feel slightly unsettled about the way she left this morning without waking me. Perhaps it meant nothing. Maybe she did have an appointment and she had just forgotten to mention it. I hoped that that was the case and that her departure didn't mean she regretted what we had done.

After getting dressed I left Jackie's apartment and drove home. My apartment seemed colder and quieter than usual and for several hours I puttered around, getting little accomplished but at least keeping busy. I didn't want to slow down for fear that I would have to come to terms with the unanswered question of what Jackie really felt about what we had done. Constantly I found myself reliving many of the small moments we shared and how good it felt to feel her naked body pressing against mine as we both struggled – together – toward our orgasms. I reflected back on the vision of her lovely face as she slowly sucked on my cock, and how her hair, erotically, kept falling down on my abdomen. She would use one hand to fold it back behind her head and in moments it would fall down again.

I found myself standing at the window of my apartment as it began to rain and I stood there watching the gray streets below turn dark, then shiny. People scurried about dashing from awning to doorways; some with umbrella's some not. As I watched them I wondered if many of them had ever felt the soul-deep satisfaction and completeness that I had felt after having fucked Jackie. I doubted it. Suddenly the phone rang and I hesitated, I almost didn't want to answer it for fear that it would be her, telling me that what we had done was some sort of mistake or a moment of weakness that should have never happened.

"Hello?" I said. And before she said a word I knew it was Jackie on the line.

"Hi...you left before I came back. Was I that bad?" She said with a soft laugh in her voice.

The frankness of her question took me off guard for a second. "Well uh, no...I had to get back to get some things done here at home," I said unconvincingly. "I saw your note, how was your appointment?" 

"Oh, good, I think it went very well. Listen, sorry that I forgot to tell you about it last night," she said. "We had so many other things going on I guess I just kind of forgot." She laughed softly again and after pausing slightly she asked, "Are you OK with...you know...everything that happened?"

"Sure!" I said quickly. "I'm fine with everything...in fact...I'm more than fine." I tried to think of the right thing to say. "It was a very special night...it...it was more than special." I stammered thinking as soon as I said it that it sounded dumb and I wished I could take it back.

"That's the same way I felt," She said. "If your not doing anything...well, would you like to come over again this afternoon?"

"Sure, what time." I said trying to sound calm.

"Anytime," She laughed. "I'm just still trying to get unpacked and moved-in. I'll be here all day."

After hanging up the phone I walked back to the window and stood there watching the rain as it continued to fall. I felt the feelings of excitement, and relief come over me. I was relieved that Jackie didn't seem to be uncomfortable about what had happened between us and I felt excited at the thought that we would be spending more time together. As I stood there I thought again about the envelope and wondered what was in it. I wished I had looked – but at the same time glad I hadn't. Some things need to be private.

On my way over to her place I stopped and bought a bottle of wine that Jackie had mentioned was one of her favorites and when I got to her place she answered the door wearing almost the same outfit she had on the evening before, tight fitting Jeans, and a pale blue mans dress shirt that was un-tucked. Her feet were bare and as she hugged me I could fee that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her hair was pulled back away from her face making her look much younger. Her make-up looked fresh. I could tell that she was genuinely glad to see me. 

"I hope you don't mind the way I look," she said as I came in her apartment. "Ever since I got back I've been unpacking and trying to get moved-in."

"You look great." I said, and meant it.

We made small talk and I followed her around the apartment as she continued to unpacked boxes. I tried not to be too obvious but I couldn't help but watch her as she moved around the apartment. There was something about her that was familiar yet I realized that, to a certain extent, she was still, in part, a stranger even though we were so closely related. I was definitely captivated by her femininity. And the longer I was around her the more aroused I got. I wanted to take her by the hand, lead her to the bed, strip her clothes off of her lovely body, and make love to her for hours. I sensed that she felt the same way but I couldn't be completely sure so I did nothing for the moment.

"There's supposed to be a good little neighborhood Italian restaurant down the street, would you like to try it for dinner?" She said as she went toward the bedroom.

"Sure." I nodded.

"Ok, let me get a quick shower."

Jackie went into the bathroom without closing the door completely and I could see her reflection in the mirror as she took off her clothes and stood facing the mirror as she pinned her hair up. Her breasts were even lovelier than I had remembered. I knew that she knew I was watching her, that's why she left the bathroom door partially open. Suddenly she was gone. I heard the shower being turned on and the shower door close as she stepped in. 

Taking my clothes off I laid them on a chair in the bedroom and moved toward the bathroom. My cock was already hard at the thought of fucking Jackie again. I pushed the bathroom door open all the way and could see Jackie behind the blurred glass of the shower door as she rubbed soap over her wet body. For a moment I simply stood in the bathroom looking at her. Suddenly she opened the shower door and looked at me, the portions of her body that was not being sprayed by the showerhead were covered by soft white swirls of the soap. We simply held each other's eyes for a long moment before she held out her hand to me and motioned me into the shower with her.

I hardly noticed the warm water on my back as I took her into my arms and kissed her. My cock was pressed against her belly and she reached down and took it in her hand. As I moved closer to her she pressed herself harder against me almost as if she were trying to force our bodies to become one. She began to whisper words that were more like primal sounds than complete words. 

For the longest moment I simply held her, the water running down our bodies, I nibbled and kissed her shoulder as I held her ass cheeks in my hands. 

"I need to be made love to...I need to be fucked!" She whispered. "I need to be caressed and I need to have a man who cares. I need a man who will eat my pussy because he wants, for that moment, to be doing nothing more in the world. I want to pamper a man, and spoil him, by sucking his cock and letting him fuck me anywhere and anytime he wants...is that so much to ask for?"

I looked into her eyes and softly shook my head no.

"I need a man to want me more than any woman in the world. I need to feel his cock deep inside my vagina...I need a man who is thinking only of me when he's fucking me...I don't care if he has fucked hundreds of other women before me. When he's inside me I want there to be something very, very special between us. I never had that with my ex-husband Roger – or any other man. I've been made love to and I've been fucked a lot in my life –." Her voice softened and I held her against me under the warm shower. I felt her shudder slightly and I wasn't sure if she was crying. " I know it seems crazy but last night, when we were fucking...it was the first time I ever felt that emotion from another person...I think that what happened last night made me realize what I have been missing...ever since then I can't get it out of my mind...and in a way I'm so afraid I will never feel it again."

I kissed her deeply and let my kiss move down her body and let my tongue circle the areola of her breast before gently sucking her hard nipple. Her breath was coming harder in shorter gasps as I dropped to my knees and kissed her belly just above her pussy. Without words I urged her to sit on the small shelf that was at the rear of the shower stall where she leaned back against the cool tiles on the walls and spread her legs – offering me her cunt. As the water continued to wash over our naked bodies I gently probed her swollen clitoris with my tongue. I could feel her clit responding to my even rhythm and Jackie was beginning to whimper from the pleasure she was feeling between her legs.

As I continued to eat her pussy I slowly inserted two fingers into her vagina and started to finger-fuck her at the same speed that I was caressing her orally – paying close attention to the position of my fingers against her G-spot.

I lost track of time but suddenly Jackie's whole body began to shudder and tighten as her orgasm was overtaking her. She clamped her thighs against my shoulders and arched her back as she let out a long muffled scream of pleasure that came from deep within her. After the peak of her orgasm passed her whole body was occasionally jolted with waves of pleasure. 

I moved up and began to kiss her, even though we were both completely wet, I could see that she was crying softly. I stood her up and held her against me again as I turned the shower off. I knew that the tears were from all of the years of loneliness, un-fulfillment, and need that she kept bottled up inside her. Her orgasm had finally touched a secret place within her and it was finally safe to let it all out.

I stood her in the middle of the bathroom and ran a towel over her beautiful body to dry her. When I was finished I took her hand and led her to the bed where she lay down on her back. I sat on the edge of the bed facing her with my hand resting on her thigh. Her hand reached over and gently fondled my hard cock; not like she was jacking me off, but simply as if she just enjoyed touching it. I moved my hand to her pussy and very lightly began to caress her clit. Jackie spread her legs as wide as she could as if giving me complete access not only to her body but also to her emotions and her soul.

After a few moments I moved between her legs and positioned my throbbing cock at the entrance of her vagina. Her clitoris and cunt lips were swollen and a deep crimson red from the erotic excitement that coursed through her body. Our eyes locked on each other's as I moved my hips forward, parting her labia with my penis and entering her wet vagina. Jackie let out a cry as she rocked her hips up toward mine. "Oh fuck!" She moaned. "Fuck me...I need to be fucked now...now...Fuck me!" 

Jackie was whispering and moaning softly as we fucked. I could tell when she was getting close to another orgasm, as she would get louder and more verbal. I was holding my own orgasm back until I knew it was time to cum in her – when she was ready to have her strongest orgasm of the evening. We continued to fuck in several different positions, at one point, when she was on her hands and knees and I was fucking her from behind I was tempted to fuck her in her anus (she admitted she enjoyed anal sex) but decided to wait until a later time.

We had sex for a couple of hours and I could tell that Jackie was building toward another strong orgasm and I knew how to make it better than any other she had. I slowly built my tempo and began fucking her cunt with long, slow, deep strokes where I withdrew my cock almost completely out of her cunt before thrusting back inside her again. I could tell that her pleasure was intense and as she started to cum I thrust hard into her and let my own orgasm begin. My cock swelled as I ejaculated into her vagina. I could feel her cunt walls contracting around my hard cock as if trying to milk every drop of fuck-juice out of my balls. Jackie bit my shoulder and cried-out as my cock spewed hot cum into her throbbing fuck hole. We lay together for a long time with my softening cock still being held by her cunt simply enjoying the pleasure we shared. For a long time after we had cum she would seem to have mini-orgasm that would continue to roll over her.

Jackie lay sleeping beside me as I looked out into the dark room. My mind was going over the important issues that needed to be dealt with, but I knew that I wasn't quite ready to face them yet. I just couldn't help feeling that I needed more time with this incredible woman – who, up until a few days ago, was a complete stranger to me. 

Tomorrow we can talk, I thought to myself as I drifted off to sleep.



My Sister Jackie Ch. 03



I was walking down a narrow path that had waist-high grass on both sides. The path crossed an open field before disappearing into a thick forest several hundred yards away. The sun was bright, and warm, the sky was a brilliant blue color and there was soft music playing somewhere in the distance. I knew it wasn't important but I felt some confusion not knowing exactly where it was coming from. Suddenly, I was sitting nude on a blanket in the grass near the path and I was slowly stroking my erect and very hard cock with my right hand. A nude woman was standing over me – watching me – I couldn't make out her face and it didn't seem to matter. When I looked back at her she had disappeared and my ex-wife was straddling me with her cunt just above the head of my cock. I felt another rush of confusion as I saw a tattoo on her belly between her navel and the top of her pubic hair. It was not like Ann to have a tattoo and this was not a small tattoo. It was a colorful Japanese Geisha – half-turned, looking out from the skin. No, I realized, she was looking deeply into me from the flat female skin that she lived on. 

Almost in slow motion my ex-wife Ann taunted me by slowly lowering herself down on me. My cock – only inches at a time slipped into her warm vagina but my hips were suddenly restrained so that I couldn't thrust up into her. She laughed at me.

I felt more confusion as I slipped into a black fog that worked its way through my mind. Everything was gone except for the warm feeling on my penis. Distant at first yet, getting stronger. I opened my eyes into the darkness of the room, blinking several times, trying to focus on something to let me know where I was. The bed was moving gently; looking down I could see Jackie's head, with her soft, dark hair bobbing – steadily as she sucked on my cock. Even in the darkness I could make out the loveliness of her nude body as it was accidentally intertwined with the white silk sheets of her bed.

I closed my eyes again, hoping as I did, that this wasn't simply another dream that would end abruptly. With each stroke of her lips, each flick of her tongue, the pleasure and erotic tension mounted in my groin and I awoke more. The tingling, mounting tension in my lower body let me know that before long I would cum again. 

I love a slow sensuous blowjob but for the moment I was almost obsessed with the thought of ejaculating my cum into Jackie's cunt. I was aware that she was already holding my ejaculate from earlier in the evening but for some reason I felt that I needed to fill her with more of my white, liquid sex, my fuck-juice. I took her shoulder and urged her, without words, to let me fuck her again.

She rolled over onto her back and I propped myself up on my elbow looking down at her face in the darkness. I was still having difficulty shaking the dream from my head and I was greatly relieved that it was only a dream. The dream was drifting away, becoming less and less important. What mattered was that Jackie was here in bed with me. With her soft, smooth skin and warm breast peeking out from the sheets I would have been happy if life could have somehow stopped in time at that very moment. I had never known a feeling so intense – so erotic before. Yet the thought of being this emotionally involved...this vulnerable...and as quickly as I had let it happen with this woman – no, not just a woman – my own sister was difficult beyond reason for me to understand.

My mind seemed to be searching my own soul. As I lay next to Jackie I reached out and caressed her breast, softly toying with her erect nipples and I thought about my ex-wife Ann and how, on the day our divorce was finalized, we met in town for one last dinner together. "To celebrate" she said. At dinner that night our conversation was honest and if not a little painful, certainly revealing...yet sadly too late. After dinner we ended up back At Ann's apartment and we fucked for most of the night. That particular night was the only time in all the years we had been together that she let me fuck her in her ass. In time, I realized it was just another way for her to taunt me. 

I am a man who is comfortable with his loneliness; I can accept it as part of my life, perhaps because I grew up with it. After Ann, I really haven't been interested in taking another chance at love. 

Jackie sighed softly and rolled her hips upward – letting me know that the lust inside had built to a point that she was ready for me to fuck her again. I kissed her deeply as she untangled herself from the sheets and spread her legs sensuously, offering herself to me through her wet pussy. I moved my body above hers and let my penis lay against her labia and clitoris. We held our kiss as I moved my hips until my hard cock was resting just at the entrance of her vagina. We broke-off our kiss and Jackie whispered softly in my ear, "Take me! – Push yourself into me and fuck me! – Let me feel your cock inside me!"

I gently slid my hard shaft into her wet hole. The warmth of her vagina around my cock seemed to spread more warmth throughout my whole body. Jackie let out a cry of pleasure as the head of my prick bumped against the mounded entrance to her womb. Withdrawing slowly, I hesitated before slipping all the way into her cunt again. 

We fucked slowly, and deliberately with long strokes, sharing the intimacy of our bodies and emotions. I kissed Jackie on the cheek and felt the wetness of a fresh tear. "Are you alright?" I asked.

"Yes," she answered. "It's just that it has been so long since I had a man make me feel like this...I can't help the tears. Their good tears."

My own emotions and lust rose inside me and I began fucking her faster...harder...almost as if I was trying to push my whole being inside her. Her hips rose up to meet my cock each time I thrust myself into her pussy. Both of us were straining to give ourselves to the other with force and passion. Suddenly she sucked in her breath and held it as her body became rigid. A cry of pleasure rolled from her throat as her orgasm flooded over her. She dug her sensuous fingernails into my back – and with a particularly deep thrust of my hard penis I felt the familiar wave of pleasure spread through me as my cock erupted with my cum – spurting over and over into her hole. I felt as if every ounce of energy was drained into her body from mine. 

I was still breathing hard as I rolled over onto my back in her bed. Jackie moved over and put her head on my chest as she wrapped her legs around mine. I laid my arm down along her back; her skin was warm and smooth and I suddenly realized how much I missed the feeling of a woman's body against mine. I wished that this moment could last forever. 

I wanted to believe, at least for the moment, that she was not who she was. It wouldn't have mattered except that I was slowly realizing that Jackie was a woman I could fall in love with...if I already hadn't. And I really didn't know where we would go from here; I just knew that our relationship, and where it was heading, was an issue we couldn't ignore. I listened to the muffled sound of the rain falling out of the still dark morning sky outside and it made me hold Jackie closer to me. Her breathing had slowed and I thought she might be asleep. "Jackie?" I said in a whisper. There was no answer, just her light breathing.

I reminded myself that I had only known Jackie for a very short time. I knew that it was too soon to feel this way about her. She was like a lovely stranger to me, a gift that life gives only to some very lucky people in the world but certainly not to all of us. I felt something special with her, something I had never felt with any woman before. I was afraid that because she was my sister I was confusing the normal bond between sister and brother – and mistaking that for love.

I listened to the steady rain outside. 

"Jackie...I love you." I whispered again. 

There was no response and the words were lost in the darkness of the room.

I closed my eyes, wanting to go to sleep as soon as possible. 



My Sister Jackie Ch. 04



It was late one Wednesday afternoon and I was on the phone with one of my most important clients, as we talked I found myself easily distracted. I looked out the window of my office at the crowded city streets several stories below. I was trying to keep up my end of the conversation but my mind was filled with thoughts – bits and pieces actually – about Jackie and the times we had been together. 

I couldn't seem to get one particular image out of my mind. It was little more than a moment in time, but it had been with me ever since it happened. It was late in the afternoon last Saturday. It was one of those on-again, off-again rainy days and we had been making love most of the afternoon. Jackie had just come out of the bathroom into the bedroom and she stood very still for a moment by the bed. The soft, afternoon light filtered in through the bedroom window made her nude body almost seem to glow. I remembered how she simply stood there, looking down at me, her breast raising and falling slightly as she breathed – the delicate, slightly mischievous half-smile on her face was undoubtedly in anticipation of what was to come – what we were about to share between us again. I wanted to pull her into the bed and hold her – make love to her, feel her skin beneath my hands...at the same time I didn't want her to ever move from where she stood.

My client asked me a question over the phone that jolted me back to reality. I had no answer because I hadn't been listening so I stammered some vague response into the phone and hoped it would cover me. I was embarrassed with myself that I had been caught thinking about Jackie again.

After finishing the phone call I stood behind my desk looking out the window. The storm that had passed through the city a few hours earlier and was, with the exception of a few lingering clouds, pretty well gone. Tomorrow, I thought, would be one of those gloriously beautiful days that shouldn't be wasted.

"Jackie," I said into the phone. "Why don't we take the day of tomorrow...we can call in sick or something...I know a great place up the coast where we can be alone, maybe have an early dinner, just enjoy the day together?" Her musical laugh told me she would agree with my suggestion even before she answered.

I stayed late at the office getting my work finished up so that I wouldn't have to worry about taking the day off. It was however, a little difficult to keep my focus. All I could think about was being with her again the next day. We had been apart for a few days so that we could sort things out...yes, it was my suggestion. I was perplexed by the fact that Jackie just didn't seem to be concerned at all about the fact that we were brother and sister...and passionate lovers. I wished that I could be like her and seemingly ignore what was unpleasant, but I couldn't – couldn't because I was falling hopelessly in love with her. And at the same time I was not ready to fall deeply in love with a woman that I couldn't have. Not again, yet I could feel it happening and I felt helpless to stop it.

We have had some wonderful discussions between us about so many personal things; our ex's, our fears, our expectations, our mistakes, our desires but we've simply never had a deep discussion about our relationship as siblings...and as lovers. I know that lust...even a little loneliness had brought us together that first time we had sex at her place. But what we found in each other was so unexpected and strong it changed everything, at least for me.

As I rode the elevator down to the parking garage I was glad I was alone. I closed my eyes for a moment and leaned back against the wall and tried to imagine what it would feel like to have Jackie on her knees at that very moment sucking on my cock? I imagined her deep black hair falling gently around her face as she slid her lips slowly down the shaft of my hard cock – withdrawing quickly and using her tongue to tantalize the ring around the head of my penis before plunging it back into her warm, moist mouth. 

The elevator door opened and I went to my car and drove home with the erotic image still hovering somewhere below my conscious.

The next morning the day was beautiful and even warmer than I expected. I pulled my car to the curb in front of Jackie's apartment just as the doors opened and she came out. She was wearing a short, white cotton dress, a pale pink belt, and white high heels. Her dress clung to her body as she walked toward the car making her nipples press against the thin material. I also could see the faint impression of the narrow band of material of her thong panties where the strap crossed over her hip. Her legs were erotic and feminine and I couldn't help but notice how delicately she swung them into the car. I like that. 

"I can't tell you the last time I played hooky from work – let's get out of town before we get caught!" She said with a laugh.

As we drove through the city toward the coast Jackie seemed to chatter excitedly about everything she saw. Several times, as she turned to look out the window of the car, I got a glimpse of her right nipple between the gaps at the front of her dress. 

I was heading to a very secluded place along the coast that I had found, almost by accident, many years before. It was a small stretch of beach that had an access that was difficult to find unless you had been there before. I would return to it occasionally; whenever I was in the mood to be alone. In all the years I had visited that particular beach I never saw another person there. It was the perfect place for Jackie and I on a day like this.

After turning off the highway we followed a set of old tire tracks for about a half-mile through a lush, overgrown pasture that led toward the shore. I parked the car near a shallow ravine just beyond where the tracks had turned off. I took a blanket from the trunk of the car and Jackie and I followed a faint trail that led down to the beach. The day was very warm for this time of year and a soft breeze was blowing in off the ocean. About halfway down the trail it was obvious that Jackie's high heel shoes weren't going to make it on the uneven terrain so she took them off and I carried them for her. I know it was a small thing, but I liked doing it for her.

At the end of the trail the beach seemed to open up before us. It was just the same as the last time I had been there. The beach was half-moon shaped and sheltered by the high bluffs behind it as well as rough rock formations to the north and south. The only way to get to the beach was by the path we had come down or by boat. The sand was only about thirty yards wide, crystal white, and looked as if no one had ever been there before us.

As I spread out the blanket Jackie walked down to the water and stood in the surf as it swirled around her legs; coming up almost to her knees. She had gathered the lower part of her dress up in her hands to keep it from getting wet as the water raced past her legs before receding again. She laughed, and splashed childlike which made me feel a slight feeling of disappointment that I had missed sharing my childhood with her. I sat on the blanket and watched her play.

After a short while she turned and walked back up the beach toward me, breathing hard and unbuttoning her dress as she came. As she reached the blanket she slipped the dress over her shoulders, down over her waist, and stepped out of it. She stood before me wearing nothing but her white thong underwear and a broad, seductive smile. "The water's cold! She panted. "But we can get use to it...come on!" Jackie quickly slipped off her thong and trotted back to the water. Her nude body was so tantalizing as she splashed knee-deep into the water. After I had taken off my clothes I hesitated, just watching her. Her luscious breast swayed and bounced naturally – uninhibitedly as she danced away from the edge of the foamy surf. I softly laughed at the shear playfulness of her.

Coming up behind her I put my arms around her waist and pulled her naked butt tightly against me. I kissed her on the shoulder as I moved my hands up to caress her breast. She was right, the water was cold, especially as several mid-thigh wave splashed up against us sending drops of water over our naked bodies. Jackie laughed softly as she turned in my arms. We looked into each other's eyes for a long moment as if waiting for the other to say something. Suddenly a waist-high wave of water sent us, still embracing each other, stumbling into the cold water. Jackie clung to me even tighter as we rolled along for a few seconds in the water. When we finally stood up she looked at me and said with a laugh, "Well you're a lousy lifeguard!" Then she pushed me back into the water and, with a squeal of laughter, dove into an oncoming wave.

There was something so natural and erotic about Jackie swimming nude in the surf. The sun glistened off her wet skin and hair. The cold water made her areolas shrink and her nipples stand erect and I wanted to suck them to warm them up. Jackie and I made several more dives into the waves as they roared toward us and I tried to keep up with her. Finally, with a series of sputtering laughs, she took my hand and we splashed out of the water toward the blanket on the sand. 

Jackie lay down on the blanket on her back; her nude body was flooded with warm sunlight as the small drops of water that still clung to her skin caught the sunlight. I lay down next to her on my side and as we talked I ran my hands over her arm and shoulders. Leaning forward, I caressed her nipple with my tongue. With slow circular motions I teased the erotic, deep pink flesh on her breast. Jackie lay motionless, her eyes closed, I knew that she was enjoying the sensuous feelings that were building in her. With the fingers of my right hand I played lightly with the skin on her thigh, close to her hip. Occasionally my hand moved on to her belly and up to her other breast before returning to her thigh. I could feel her body tensing as I continued to caress her. Her arm that was between our bodies moved closer toward me and her fingers found my penis, already semi-erect with anticipation. Wrapping her feminine fingers around my shaft she began to slowly move the skin up and down its length. In just a few strokes I could feel the head of my hard cock pressing against her thigh.

I moved my lips up to hers and we kissed deeply as my hand moved to her pubic mound and my fingers felt for her clitoris between her smooth, wet labia. The wetness around her clitoris was not from the ocean water, this wetness was smoother, thicker – the unmistakable product of her own sexual desire. Jackie spread her legs apart as my fingers moved down to the entrance of her vagina. As I slipped my fingers into her cunt her lubrication flooded out onto the blanket. Rubbing and teasing the soft flesh of her cunt Jackie responded with a soft shudder of her body. By now I had moved from her nipples and began kissing her on her lips – our tongues probed each other as I found the entrance of her vagina and began to gently finger-fuck her.

Before long Jackie rolled her hips in response to my fingers and her soft moans told me that her pleasure was building slowly. One of my fingers was positioned on her rectum and the harder I fingered her pussy with my two fingers, the more I was pressing against the small, tight ring of her anus. The flood of pre-fuck moisture that she produced lubricated everything so well that I suddenly felt my fingertip slip into her anus. With a gentle motion I pushed my finger as deeply into her anus as I could and as I did, Jackie let out a loud cry. I knew that it was from the pleasure she felt...not pain. I played with her holes, alternating the emphasis between the two. I was very surprised that she was so sensitive and responsive to my finger in her anus. Suddenly Jackie was building to a very hard orgasm. She thrust her hips against my hand, harder and harder until she took in a deep breath as he let out a long, sensuous cry of pleasure that died out amongst the sound of the waves behind us. I watched as her orgasm surged through her as she pressed and twisted herself against my hand and pumping fingers. 

As she lay beside me, momentarily exhausted, her body relaxed a little as she struggled for her breath. Occasionally her whole body would shudder as new, smaller waves of pleasure spread through her. Even as I gently slipped my fingers out of her vagina and rectum it seemed to trigger a series of small orgasm.

"My God...I've never...well, I've never...." She stammered. I saw a slight twinge of embarrassment in her eyes. "I didn't – know I could cum that hard – No one ever cared enough about me to even –" Her voice trailed off. Her eyes avoided mine as she turned toward me and put her face into my shoulder and I felt her start to cry very softly. I put my arms around her and held her close to me without saying anything. It wasn't necessary; I thought I knew what she was feeling. 

After a while I felt her body soften a little and as she kissed my neck she finally said in a quiet voice, "Fuck me! Put your cock into me and fuck me...and never stop!"

She laid back on the blanket, spread her legs, and spread her pussy lips with her fingers as I moved over and knelt between her legs. I rubbed the head if my cock over her clit several times before directing it down to the wet entrance of her vagina. Jackie was looking deeply into my eyes as I shoved my cock into her waiting cunt. On that first thrust I shoved as deep into her hole as I could go. My balls were pressed against her ass and I felt as if even part of my scrotum was pushed up inside her. I withdrew almost completely before plunging back inside her even harder than before. We both responded to each other with a series of deep, hard thrusts before Jackie pulled her legs up against her chest so that I could go even deeper into her luscious hole. 

We strained against ourselves, and each other, fucking as hard as we could. 

"Fuck me!" She demanded each time I thrust into her. "Fuck me hard and deep!"

Jackie was building to another hard orgasm and I knew it was not very far off. I raised myself up so that I could place my hands on her thighs. Pressing her thighs against her body gently caused her lower body to rock back and up a little. As I did I slipped my cock out of her cunt and let it come to rest at the entrance to her anus. After a moment of hesitation I pressed forward against the resistance until I felt the tight ring of her sphincter relax. The head of my cock slipped into her, taking her virginity...her anal virginity. Jackie let out a moan as my cock traveled up into the darkness of her virgin rectum.

There was simply no inhibition now and as I fucked her in her ass. With each stroke she let out a loud cry of pleasure, getting louder as she closed in on her orgasm, poised only a few strokes away. Her own fingers were rubbing her clit as I fucked her tight asshole.

"Fuck my ass! Oh! – Oh! Yes, – harder! I'm so close! I'm...cuming!" She whimpered.

Jackie's orgasm flooded over her and was accompanied with a loud cry that came from deep within her as the powerful pleasure completely engulfed her.

The joy of her pleasure was too much for me to maintain any more control. As the first waves of pleasure hit her it triggered my own orgasm. The first, and hardest pulse of my cum was rushing up the length of my cock as the intense feeling of pleasure spread within me. In a split second I felt myself ejaculating my white-hot cum into her anus. Pumping the second and third spurts of my cum out of my cock. I felt as if I was completely filling her ass with my hot, liquid fuck. Jackie clutched the blanket under her hands as hard as she could and rocked her head softly from side to side and moaning with pleasure as I spurted my cum into her anus.

I continued to pump her; slower and gentler now as our orgasms slowly subsided. Raising myself up on my knees I pulled her legs back toward me and held them with my arms under the back of her knees. We looked into each other's eyes enjoying what we had shared together. She started to say something but stopped. My cock was softening but it was still held in place by the tightness of her rectum. I could still feel small drops of cum oozing out of my cock and into her.

When my cock was completely soft I pulled it out of her and moved over so that I was lying down next to her. My scrotum was still tingling from my powerful ejaculation. As we lay together under the brilliant blue sky, still breathing hard, letting the sun warm our naked bodies I slowly started to realize that I never really enjoyed sex quite as much with other women as I did with Jackie. What I felt with her was a sense of complete acceptance. Not only about sex, but everything else we seemed to share together. I've had anal sex with other women before, but never without a condom. With Jackie, it was different. Somehow it would seem unnatural to fuck her with something between us...vaginally or anally...it didn't matter. I realized that when we are fucking I can't really tell where her flesh stops and mine starts. The physical line between us just seemed to disappear. The closeness and intensity is so strong that really feels as if our genitals, and thus, our bodies are one.

Jackie raised herself up so that she was leaning back on her elbows. Her breast hung seductively on her chest as she looked out at the ocean. Several times she brushed the hair out of her eyes I knew that she wanted to say something. I waited. She then sat all the way up, putting her arms around her legs that she had drawn up in front of her. Resting her chin on her knees she seemed to idly search the sand in front of her. "My ex-husband Roger...use to say that no one would ever really love me...not really." She said in a quiet voice, as if meant for no one. 

As I sat up I purposely didn't look at her. I looked out at the ocean and waited. Again, I didn't answer. 

We both sat in silence for what seemed like a long time. Jackie lifted her head and let out a soft little laugh that I knew was not from humor, but of her own private pain. "I like this place," she finally said as she stood up. "It's like the whole world is rushing on all around us, but here, we're completely alone. It's as if no one in the world except us knows we're here – we can have life exactly as we want it." She hesitated, looking at me for a long moment. Then she started back toward the water again. I watched her naked body as she stood in the surf; how the sun shone so beautifully on her skin, and her dark hair gently pulled and lifted by the wind. My desire for her at that moment was overwhelming. Was it because I felt her vulnerability? Maybe a little. I like to think it was something else. After joining her we played in the surf together – diving into waves, touching each other – and letting the cold water of the Pacific Ocean wash away the things we wanted so desperately to ignore.  

When we stopped to catch our breath I held her and she pressed her wet body against mine. Her hand stroked my cock until its hardness returned and she dropped down on her knees as the shallow surf washed around her naked body. Directing my hard cock into her mouth she started to suck on me. Her mouth was warm and wet and the sight of my hard cock slipping in and out of her erotic mouth was incredible. I could feel her tits occasionally brushing against my thighs as her hands and mouth worked on my shaft. Occasionally she would caress my scrotum with her delicate fingers, which only intensified the incredible feeling that was building in my penis.

My legs felt weak as she sucked harder and harder on my cock. It had only been a half hour or less since I had cum in her anus so I knew that this orgasm would take a little longer to bring off. Watching her work on my cock with her tongue and lips however, made things happen a lot sooner than I realized. Suddenly there was the powerful, and familiar urgency in my cock that I couldn't hold back. With a low groan I tightened the muscles in my ass and my cock began to spew another load of cum into her mouth. With a pulsing wave of pleasure I pumped my cum into her mouth and down her throat. Jackie kept licking and sucking until she sucked every drop out of me.




My Sister Jackie Ch. 04



As we walked up the trail to where we left the car it was obvious we were both weary from our intense afternoon of lovemaking. Before returning to the city I knew the perfect place down the coast to take Jackie for a special dinner.

I swung the car into a parking lot next to a small wooden restaurant that was perched on the rocks above the water. It always seemed to me to look like something that had washed ashore during a severe storm, and just sort of stayed there. The sign on the roof read, John The Beachcomber's – Come in and get the Crabs. The locals simply refer to it as, "John The Beach Bum's." 

John's been the closest friend I have ever had. Ever since we were in grade school together. At our young ages we seemed to have something in common. We were both misfits to a small degree and we were both being raised by single mothers at a difficult time in our lives. I guess it was natural for us to become friends. Even at a young age John managed to live a life that was very different from the rest of the world and I liked that about him. 

As Jackie and I walked up the stairs to the front door I realized that John was probably the only person I knew who would somehow understand what was happening between her and myself and I was anxious to introduce Jackie to him. 

I just wasn't sure at that moment if I would introduce her to him as my sister or...just Jackie.



My Sister Jackie Ch. 05



It's been quite a while since I submitted My Sister Jackie Chapter 4 and, for a time I wasn't sure if there would ever be more chapters. I have received a lot of feedback from some great readers requesting the fifth chapter so I finally decided to continue this story. I wish to thank you, in advance, for your patience for the time-gaps between the chapters. I would also like to say that because of the obvious complications this kind of relationship creates, this hasn't been a terribly easy story to tell.

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We were at John's well before the dinner hour so there were only a few other couples scattered around the dining room. We took a table against the windows and Jackie immediately began to watch the surf as it washed up under the pilings of the restaurant and quickly retreated again. I pretended to scan the menu but really was captivated by simply looking at her beautiful profile while she didn't know I was watching her. Before we had left the beach Jackie had pulled her wet hair back into a ponytail and turned the collar of her dress up. The way her dark hair brushed against the white material of her dress was erotic and beautiful and for some reason it reminded me of the beautiful sight of my own white cum on that at times had spilled onto her skin.

"God, I must look like a mess!" She said as she turned and caught me looking at her.

"No, you look beautiful." I answered honestly.

"Would you order me a glass of wine?" She said as she pushed her chair back from the table. "I need to go to the ladies room and try to freshen up -- or at least do something to make myself look like a woman!" She added with a soft laugh.

After she had left I sat looking out the window reliving in my mind the intense feeling I experienced as Jackie sucked my cock in the surf just a few hours before. I liked the fact that Jackie had swallowed my cum with no hesitation. As I watched the surf outside the window I reflected on the intensely erotic feeling that I felt as I slipped my cock deep into her anus as we made love on the beach. I remembered how, as my hard cock slipped gently into Jackie's anus, I looked down at the beautiful sight of her pussy's delicate, crimson labia, and lighter pink clitoris between her lips and between her spread thighs. It was a very private vision I hoped I never lost. 

I was shocked back into reality by a heavy hand on my shoulder that shook me heartily.

"Look what the hell the tide just washed in!" A booming voice shouted. It was my friend John. "What brings you all the way out here, you thinking of jumping in and ending it all?" He said with another deep laugh as he nodded toward the ocean outside the windows.

"Well, maybe not this month." I answered.

John glanced at Jackie's empty chair and quickly back at me. "Are you here alone?"

"No." I hesitated. "I'm here with...someone very special."

"Well good for you...a woman?"

I gave him a friendly, but dirty look. "Of course a woman."

"Well good, because I was beginning to think you were gay!" He laughed heartily.

"Go to hell!" I answered him.

Suddenly John took a step back and looked at me suspiciously. "Wait, do you mean that gorgeous brunette that I saw going into the ladies room? She's with you?"

"Um, yes, she's with me."

"Damn! This calls for a bottle of good wine." He emphasized the word good as he left the table and went toward the kitchen.

Jackie had returned to the table looking unbelievably fresh and beautiful. When John finally returned he did so with a very good bottle of wine. As I introduced Jackie to him it was obvious that he was as captivated by her, just as I was that first time I ever saw her. 

That evening the three of us had a wonderful dinner, enjoyed great conversation, talked about our past, laughed about our failures and shared more than just a few of our private, silly, vulnerabilities. Jackie never let on, or even hinted at, the truth that she and I shared. She talked about growing up and the silly things she did as a young woman and we all laughed. It was obvious that John was moved by Jackie's beauty and natural charm. Once when she went to the ladies room John looked at me for a long moment and said, "You lucky bastard! -- Where did you ever find such a sexy woman?" I didn't tell him the truth; it wasn't any of his business

It was late when we left the restaurant and about half-way back to the city Jackie fell asleep in the seat next to me. Driving the lonely roads in the darkness my mind flashed back on bits and pieces of the day behind us, the conversations, the sex, the feelings of contentment, and even the occasional feelings of fear. 

As the headlights spread out on the dark pavement ahead of the car I began to slowly fight the dull feelings of hopelessness. I had finally admitted to myself that no matter what happened, I was deeply in love with Jackie and I lusted after her as in a manner that I have never lusted for any woman before. I hoped that she felt the same way about me. The closeness we shared was stronger than I had ever known with a woman. What was difficult to deal with and caused me such despair was the inescapable fact that we were related...brother and sister. It was something that so far we simply ignored and never really confronted. Every time I thought about it I felt so uncomfortable that I tried to put it out of my mind.

As we drove I felt Jackie stir slightly and her hand came to rest on my leg. Slowly it moved up my thigh and her fingers came to rest on my pants just over my penis. I wasn't sure if she was still asleep or not. Either way, I was glad it was there. In a few moments her fingers began to lightly rub my cock with the lightest touch. Almost immediately I began to get hard again and I knew she wasn't asleep anymore. My erect cock was straining against the material of my pants as Jackie moved even closer to me. She still seemed a little sleepy but after placing my hand on her thigh she responded by spreading her legs for me. Jackie worked the zipper of my trousers down and reached in and pulled my hard cock out. Wrapping her fingers around the shaft she just fondled with it. 

My hand moved up her thigh to her pussy and I realized that at some point in the evening she had taken off her panties. As my fingers touched the warm flesh of her labia, searching for her clitoris, she shuddered softly and took a deep breath. In just a few moments I parted her labia and inserted my middle-finger into her wet vagina and began slowly finger-fucking her. Her cunt was warm and my finger felt at home inside her body.

As we drove along I realized that neither one of us was really trying to give the other an orgasm -- we were both just enjoying the shared sexual intimacy of the moment while we were together. It felt good to be intimate...close, and in a way, a little vulnerable.

I stopped the car in front of Jackie's apartment and she made no move to leave. She looked out at the dark windows of the apartment building for a moment before turning to me and asking, "Can you come in and spend the night? I don't feel like being alone tonight."

I felt a wave of relief go over me. "Me neither." I said as I turned of the ignition. 

Once in her apartment Jackie went straight to the bedroom, took off all of her clothes and turned the bed down. "I need a shower." She said as she kissed me on her way to the bathroom. I watched her naked butt as she walked away from me and I quickly remembered how delicious her ass felt as I fucked her beautiful anus earlier in the day. 

As Jackie stepped into the shower I stripped my clothes off and went into the bathroom with her. I could see her naked body behind the obscure glass of the shower door. For a long moment I didn't say anything as I watched her washing her delicate arms and legs. Her breast moved, and swayed erotically as she turned around and ran her hair under the shower head before shampooing. I didn't move. I simply watched as she continued to bath her feminine body.

Looking down, I realized that I was hard again and I was a little surprised that I was still that horny after all the intense sex we had had earlier that day. 

Finally I stepped into the shower with Jackie, the first thing she noticed was my boner and she simply said, "Oh!" as I closed the glass door behind me. Jackie had a mischievous smile on her face as she reached over and took my cock in her hands and gently pulling me forward by it she began to soap it up. She spread the white lather over my cock and down over my balls with her delicate hands, then, stepping forward, she put her head on my shoulder as her hands continued to rub the lather on my cock and gently jack me off. I pulled away from her just before I was about to cum and we kissed as we stood under the hot water. It felt good as it ran over our naked bodies and suddenly I felt exhausted. 

Jackie stood back a little so that the water could rinse the soap off my cock and with a mischievous smile she looked at me for a moment before she knelt down and took my cock into her mouth and began to suck me again. The hot water was spraying down on her as she drew my cock into her mouth and deep into her throat. The pleasure was mounting in my groin and suddenly I just wanted to cum in her cunt more than anything. I wanted to look deep into her eyes as my cock spewed my hot cum into her waiting cunt.

With a gentle motion I lifted her up and as I kissed her on the neck I said, "Let's go to bed, I want to make love to you there where I can hold you. We got out of the shower and after drying off we went immediately to bed.

Jackie spread her legs as I moved over her. With a steady motion I inserted my hard cock into her vagina as deeply as it would go as Jackie let out a soft moan of pleasure. After a few moments she pulled her spread-legs up toward her chest and held them with her hands behind her knees. It was her favorite position because it let me insert the whole length of my shaft into her body.

As our passion and lust increased our bodies slammed harder and harder against each others with the deepest sense of need. I was trying, with each stroke, to slam into her cunt with the power, and the sexual force she was demanding from me.

"Fuck me hard! Fuck me as hard as you can!" She demanded over and over. "God, that feels so good!" My own orgasm was rushing upon me and I wasn't sure how long I would be able to keep up the pace before I exploded inside her.

""Fuck me!" Jackie kept whispering, and moaning over and over again. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the dark room as I felt myself go over the edge and my cock begin spewing cum inside her cunt. Jackie's orgasm was triggered by the sensation of my hot cum as it shot inside her vagina and she arched her back as her legs gripped my waist.

Jackie let out a long low wail of pleasure as her pussy pumped against my shuddering cock. We were both lost in the last moments of an incredible fuck and Jackie's wail turned to a soft sobbing. Not from sadness, but from the simple release of her intense emotional and sexual tension. 

"I love you," I whispered softly between breaths as I lay on top of her. Her arms encircled my back and she held me even tighter as I spoke the words. Once the last spasms of my ejaculating cock subsided it began to slowly loose its hardness even though it was held firmly inside her vagina. Like every time we fucked we lay together enjoying the moment of incredible intimacy we had just shared as our bodies relaxed.

"I love you too," she finally answered softly. At that moment it was as if I finally realized the weight of those simple words that were just spoken between us. "It's not fair," she whispered, "it's just not fair. This is the kind of love I've always wanted...I thought I had it before but I didn't...it was never like this."

I didn't answer her.

"The sex is just...just an expression of what we are together and what we have," she said, "but where do we go from here? What happens now? Maybe we shouldn't have let things go so far but...I so desperately need love, need to love and be loved...I couldn't have stopped anything that's happened...I'm just not that strong."

I didn't answer her. My cock slipped out of her pussy and we gently rolled over so that we were lying on our sides face to face. "I love you more than I ever knew could be possible. Jackie? I already lost you once in my life and I can't let it happen again. I'll do what it takes to make everything work."

"It's not that simple," she said in a whisper, "now I'm afraid, afraid mostly of failure...the failure of love. I believed in love once before in my life -- and I was powerless to keep it from changing. I just watched it slip away...change into something that I didn't even recognize any more."

I realized that it was the truth and it was possibly her deepest fear.

Jackie began to cry and she got out of bed and went into the bathroom and closed the door behind her. I immediately felt cut off from her in the deepest sense, suddenly I felt awkward and out of place but I wasn't willing to give up easily. I realized at that moment that I couldn't do anything without her help and desire to make it work.

I sat in her bed with my mind running over all the things we had shared since we first met. The dark silence of the room seemed to close in on me as I looked for an answer or at least some sort of solution. Because of what happened to each of us a long time ago we were just like any two strangers. But, we are, and will always be, connected by an undeniable biological bond that carries consequences'.

In this way, undoubtedly life was unfair to Jackie and me. I realized that we both so desperately needed what the other offered. In our lifetimes we'd both tried to find it so many times and ended up being disappointed or worse -- hurt. Jackie more so than me. Jackie had been hurt at almost every attempt at serious love, so much so that she had just about given up on ever finding true happiness. 

In time the bathroom door opened and Jackie came back to bed. I knew she wasn't angry with me; it was just that the frustration of our situation was so great. As she pulled the covers over her naked body I pulled her close and held her against me. 

"When we were at the beach today," she said softly, "after everything I have been through in my life, I realized that I'm deserving of love...that I'm capable of loving someone deeply and being loved back. At the beach, we were alone, it was a beautiful place and I let myself think about what we are doing and what might happen if we simply ignored the truth...and, I realize that I'm torn by what I think is right and what I want. 

Love," she hesitated, "no...lasting love, real love...is hard to find." She paused before continuing. "For so long I've been afraid that if...if I never found deep love in my life I would...one day just wake up and I'd be old, and bitter...angry...and worst of all...lonely." She pressed her body even harder against mine. "I'm confused by the way I feel about us. To me we are like strangers who just met a few months ago and for the first time that I can remember I immediately fell in love with you." 

I didn't say anything as we just lay holding each other in the darkness of her room. There was more to say, more to understand, more to deal with but we were both exhausted. Just before drifting off to sleep, in the place between sleep and awake I knew that our life together wouldn't be without difficulty. I just needed Jackie to want for us everything that I wanted. 

Little did I know at that point that things would be even more difficult for us in the coming months and very little was settled.



My Sister Jackie Ch. 06



It has been a long time since I last posted a Chapter of My Sister Jackie, and for that I apologize to my readers. It hasn't been an easy story to tell. Here is the latest chapter for your enjoyment and I promise it won't be as long between more chapters. 

I hope you enjoy.

Please feel free to leave your feedback if you enjoyed this chapter or series. 

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The last time I'd actually been with Jackie was the night I'd stayed at her apartment after we'd come back from spending the day at the beach together. Even though it was very late that night and we both were tired, we did manage to make intense, and very emotional, love to each other before we eventually went to sleep in each other's arms. The next morning I awoke to find that I was alone in her apartment and that Jackie was already gone. She left me a note pinned to her pillow explaining that she had an early morning meeting and that she'd call me later in the day. I remember smiling at myself as I read the note because it was so typical of Jackie's early morning exits. I was actually getting use to them.

I hadn't heard from her for the rest of the day and, although I tried to call her twice, I just got her voice mail. When I got home there was a phone messages from her on my home phone. Her voice was soft and full of apprehension as she said that she was unsure about several things and that she just needed some time to sort things out. She also added that she was taking a temporary assignment from her company which meant that she would be in the Atlanta office for the next four to six weeks. There was a long pause on the phone and I could hear her breathing before she said asked if I would not try to contact her for a while. I immediately picked up my coat and hurried out of my apartment but before I could get to the elevators at the end of my hall, I began to have second thoughts about seeing her at that moment. As much as I wanted to be with her and help her make some positive decisions about us, I realized that it was for the best to let her have some time to sort things out for herself. The last thing I wanted to do was to push her into a difficult decision that she might later regret. With a heavy feeling of despair I walked back to my apartment and sat on the sofa in the dark, watching the rain outside as it ran down the windows.

About a month after she'd gone I received a picture postcard from her. On the front was a typical photo of downtown Atlanta and on the back she had just written the words, I'm ok -- Jackie. She was on my mind constantly and hundreds of times, every day, I wanted to call her, or see her, but I knew it was best to let her have the time she needed.

I hadn't seen or talked to Jackie in over three months when one Saturday night and I'd gone to the theater to see one of the Broadway Musicals that was in town for a few weeks. During the intermission I'd left my seat and gone to the lobby for a small glass of Champagne from the bar. At that moment it felt good to be surrounded by people and I listened with half-interest to the bits and pieces of conversations as they passed by me. After finishing my Champagne I started to go back to my seat and through the crowd, about twenty-five or thirty feet away, I caught a glimpse of Jackie standing in a group of six or eight people. She didn't see me. She was chatting with a woman that was close to her and I saw that a nice looking man stood at her side with his arm around her waist. She was wearing her short, black cocktail dress and her beautiful black hair seemed to flow softly down over her shoulders. Her hair seemed to glisten softly as she moved. As I looked at her I realized, with a deep sadness, that she was even more beautiful than I had remembered. I stopped where I was, simply looking at her as people moved around me. I wanted to call out her name and at the same time I hoped she didn't see me looking at her. I was torn. I felt the, now familiar, feeling of mild panic well-up inside me the feeling was that I may never see her again. Then it happened. The other woman must have said something amusing to her and as she brought her head back her eyes left the other woman's face and they lifted to catch mine. My heart raced as we both simply looked at each other, neither of us moved and I thought I saw a glimmer of sadness in her eyes. The crowd quickly closed between us again and I lost sight of her for what seemed to be only a few moments. When it opened, I saw her date with his hand on her arm, escorting her back inside the theater. As quickly as she came, she was gone. 

The emptiness I felt weighed heavily on me and I didn't feel like returning to my seat. I simply stayed in the lobby, sitting on one of the ornate and plush sofas that lined the walls. I could hear that the second act started but I didn't care. I foolishly hoped that she would come back to speak with me. I was hoping that she was ready. Most of all, I was hoping that she wanted to come back to me. The empty lobby matched my own emptiness and I was actually glad that I was alone. As time passed it was obvious she wasn't coming back to the lobby and I left the theater and walked to my car, perhaps more aware of my emptiness and aloneness than I'd ever felt before. I couldn't get the thoughts of her, or the beautiful way she looked, out of my mind. 

I drove myself home and just before I got there I decided to stop first at The Ice House, a popular bar near my apartment, to get a drink and be around people and noise. I needed something to distract me from myself, and my memories, even if it was only a short while. I thought I had a pretty good handle on our, somewhat indefinite, separation until I saw her at the theater -- then it all went to hell. The Ice House was packed and loud and I sat at the only open seat at the bar which was against the wall and ordered a scotch rocks. I ignored several obvious glances and passes from a few women in the crowd; the scotch made me feel better. I'd had a few more drinks than I should have had and it was a little after one a.m. when I left the bar. I'd had a little too much to drink so I decided to leave me car in the parking lot and walk the three blocks back to my apartment as it began to drizzle. The streets were quiet and I was glad to be alone again.

My apartment is at the end of the hallway and my front door sits back in a small vestibule so as not to be visible from the elevator lobby. As I got about halfway down the hallway I saw a pair of black, high heel shoes lying on the floor next to my door. As I got closer I saw Jackie sitting on the carpeted floor, leaning against my door -- asleep. Her hair was disheveled and her stockings had long runs in them that looked as if she had walked, without her shoes, for some distance. I bent down and touched her arm and she opened her eyes slowly as if trying to fight through her sleep. She looked up at me and said, "I've been waiting here for you," she said in a soft whisper.

"I can see that, are you ok?" I said as I helped her to her feet.

"Uh huh, maybe just a little too much to drink," she answered, looking as if she was about to fall back to sleep. "I didn't know where else to go," she mumbled. 

I resisted the urge to ask her what had happened that brought her to my door at that time of the morning and I helped her to stand up and lean against the wall as I found my keys and opened my front door. I steadied and supported her as we walked down the hall to my bedroom. With one hand around her waist I pulled back the covers and laid her down on the bed. I helped her get her dress off and went to the closet to hang it up. By the time I got back she was already asleep. I thought about slipping off her ragged and torn hose but decided against it. I did however, unhook her bra and, as I slipped it down over her breast, I noticed several bruises on the undersides of both of her beast. I had a pretty good idea how they got there and it made me angry to think that someone was rough with her. Then I sighed softly as I pulled the covers over her half-naked body. I too was very tired and was feeling the effects of too much good scotch and I resisted the incredibly strong urge to get into bed with her; it wasn't the right thing to do under the circumstances. Before I left the bedroom I stood for a long moment looking at her face as she slept peacefully in my bed. I went into the living room and lay on the sofa and quickly went to sleep. I got up in a few hours to check on her and, when I looked into the bedroom, she was asleep in the same position as I'd first left her. The next morning I awoke to the sound of the shower running in the bathroom. I stood up and stretched and quickly felt the effects of having had too much to drink the night before. I went down the hall to my bedroom and saw that my bed was empty. Jackie's torn pantyhose lay on the chair next to the bed along with her bra, panties, shoes and her small black purse. 

I shaved and cleaned up in my other bathroom before I went back to my bedroom and pulled on a clean pair of jeans and a shirt. As I made coffee in the kitchen I couldn't help but wonder what had happened the night before that had brought Jackie here to my apartment. I heard the shower stop and the shower door open. In my mind I imagined what Jackie looked like as she toweled her beautiful naked body off; I couldn't help but wonder if I would ever see her naked again. In the back of my mind I was frightened that she might have come to tell me that we'd be better-off apart, or that she was in love with the man that I saw her with last night at the theater. I heard the bathroom door open and in moments Jackie came down the hall toward the kitchen. "Hi," she said when she saw me. She had a white towel wrapped around her hair and another wrapped around her body. "Hi," I said back. She looked a little embarrassed but I pretended not to notice as she said, "Sorry about last night...can I borrow some sweats to wear home?"

"Sure." I smiled and started toward my bedroom to get her something to wear. Jackie followed me and stood close behind me as I pulled a clean set of sweats out of the bottom drawer of my dresser and handed them to her. As she reached out the towel that was wrapped around her body slipped open before falling completely to the floor and exposing her beautiful naked body to me. I tried to turn away but it was useless as I stood looking at her. Without thinking I put my arms around her and pulled her tightly against me as our eyes held. I was surprised at how quickly I developed a hard erection and as we stood there it was throbbing against her naked belly just above her pussy. I didn't try to hide it and Jackie didn't resist in any way. I felt her body shudder slightly as she laid her head on my shoulder and began to cry softly. "Why does it have to be this way?" She whispered as I continued to hold her. Her crying stopped and I felt her belly pressing against my cock.

I lowered her onto the bed and got undressed as quickly as I could without ever letting go of her. When I was nude I got in bed with her and pulled her tightly against me. Our lips pressed together as our tongues found and erotically probed each other mouth. My penis was trapped between our naked bodies and was incredibly hard in anticipation of what was to come. Before long our passion built to an incredible level and I felt Jackie spread her legs as an invitation for me to fuck her. She lay on her back as I moved above her. My cock was only inches from her wet cunt.

"Fuck me," she begged softly as I kissed the side of her neck. "Fuck me and make it all go away," she pleaded. Moving my hips gently my hard cock parted her cunt lips searching for the entrance of her vagina. She let out a deep moan as my throbbing cock hesitated before traveling into the warm depths of her sweet sex-hole. Once my hard shaft was inside her as deeply as it would go, I would hesitate for a brief moment before I slowly withdrew it almost completely out of her vagina. She let out a soft moan as her body tensed and I quickly thrust my prick completely into her cunt again. The feeling caused her to cry out in intense erotic ecstasy. We continued to fuck with Jackie's hips meeting my every thrust into her cunt. The room was filled with the gentle, urgent and honest sounds of us fucking. 

I kissed her neck and left a trail of kisses down to her left breast where I caressed her nipple with my tongue. I took her swollen nipple, very gently, between my teeth and held it as Jackie had her first orgasm. We both were so turned on that we just kept fucking. I continued to thrust my cock into her vagina and I knew that she was building to another orgasm and I could tell that it would be much stronger than the first. Jackie lifted her thighs up against her breast; her legs were under my arms so that my cock would go even deeper into her cunt as we fucked. I kept fucking her harder and harder with long, deep strokes that went completely into her erotic hole and out again. Our bodies were pounding together with pure desires for pleasure and release. With each hard stroke her breast would jump wildly on her chest and a low moan would slip from deep in her throat. As we fucked I could see the emotion of intense pleasure as it showed on her face. Her building orgasm made her face look as if she was in pain rather than ecstasy. Her eyes were closed tightly as her head moved from side to side on the pillow. Suddenly a deep whine that started softly and built in intensity filled the room. As she came, the power of her orgasm as it slammed through her body, took her to her own private place for a brief few moments before releasing her back to herself.

I slowed somewhat in an attempt to prevent my own ejaculation. I didn't want to cum too soon and be through fucking in case this was the last time we would ever fuck. Her moaning sounded almost childlike each time her body convulsed with the surging waves of her declining pleasure that still ran through her. I continued to softly fuck her with a gentle rhythm as we kissed and held each other. I took her erect nipples into my mouth and sucked them gently as Jackie had two more small orgasms.

I finally slipped my wet cock out of her cunt and she turned over so that she lay on her stomach with her legs spread widely apart. I lay on top of her and inserted my hard penis into her vagina from behind. At this angle it put the head of my cock directly on her G-spot as we fucked. Jackie brought her arm under her body so that she could finger her clitoris as we fucked in this position. 

I knew she was getting drained from her previous orgasms and yet I was surprised at how quickly, and how powerfully, she came as we fucked her from behind. 

We were both very wet and I slipped my cock out of her beautiful fuck-hole and began to ease it into her anus. She arched her back slightly so that her tightly puckered anus pressed against the head of my cock. I moved slowly as I felt the head of my cock pushing through her anus ring and into her body. Slowly I pushed my cock completely into her ass before I started to fuck her. We managed to raise ourselves up so that Jackie was on her hands and knees and I was kneeling behind her, thrusting in and out of her tight anus. 

Her slender figure kneeling in front of me, trusting me, with her vulnerability as she shared herself with me, was a feeling that was so strong I didn't know how long I could last before I had to come. We began fucking harder and harder and Jackie started to cry out loudly as her pleasure built. In quick surges her pleasure increased until her anal orgasm exploded inside her. At the same time, I looked down at her upturned ass and the sight of my hard cock fucking her delicious anus triggered a huge orgasm in me that sent pulse after powerful pulse of white, hot cum shooting into the depths of her body.

After our orgasms subsided a little I slipped my softening cock out of her ass and a stream of my cum ran out of her freshly-fucked hole and down between her smooth cheeks before slowly dripping off her cunt lips and onto the bed.

Moments later we lay on the bed holding each other. Her body felt good against me...better than I remembered yet, I could still feel that there was something unfinished between us. I had so many questions to ask her but I still didn't want to push her too far. "What happened last night?" I asked. My question was answered by a long pause before Jackie sighed softly. She tried to push her head deeper into my shoulder as she spoke. "I panicked," she said. "After I saw you at the theater I didn't know what to think. After the theater we had supper with some friends and maybe it was because I saw you...I don't know --" She paused. "I drank too much...and I knew it but I didn't care...it got late and he wanted me to stay overnight and I wanted to go home but he wouldn't listen. He took me to his place anyway and things started to happen too fast...I just wanted to go home." She paused and was silent for a moment as if trying to find the right words to say. "He started pushing me and grabbing at me and the more I resisted the angrier he got. He tore the zipper on my dress trying to get me to take it off and I panicked...I ran and I had nowhere to go. I tried to call you but -- " Her voice trailed off as if she was embarrassed. After several moments of silence she said, "I got a cab but I only had enough money to get me about ten blocks from here so I had to walk the rest of the way. My high heels gave out after about the second block so I took them off and walked...I had nowhere else to go."

Jackie began to cry which turned into sobbing as I held her tightly. Her sobs eased a bit as she said, "We've been apart for months now and I've tried to get on with my life It seems like the only time that I've been happy is the times when we're together...and that scares me! I know it's not right to feel this way but I can't help it. I want to be happy." Jackie got up very quickly and sat on the edge of the bed and began to cry again. Suddenly she got up and put on the sweats I gave her. "I need to go home," she said.

I got out of bed and began to get dressed as I explained to her that I'd left my car in The Ice House parking lot the night before and I told her that I'd walk over and get it and come back to take her home. She offered to walk with me until she realized that her black high heels probably wouldn't make it and she would, more than likely, be barefooted. 

Jackie was silent and I didn't look at her as we drove through the city toward her apartment. When we finally arrived I stopped the car at the front entrance of her apartment building and rather than getting out of the car and going around the car to open her door for her I simply waited for her to open her own door. She gathered up her belongings from the seat beside her and opened her door but before getting out of the car she turned toward me I saw a trace of a smile as she said in a soft and slightly apologetic voice, "It was good making love with you this morning. No one has ever made love to me like you do." She seemed embarrassed by her statement and was silent for a few moments. "I'm sorry...will you call me next week? I need some more time and we need to talk about some...things."

"Things?" I asked as I looked at her.

"Ok...us," she answered. "I'm confused by what I feel, and what I want, and I'm afraid of what might happen to us."

"Why don't you let me worry about that? As long as you trust me, I'm not afraid of the things that might be. Jackie, everything for us, including our past, can start from this moment on if we want. There's only one thing that really matters in all of this and it's very simple." I hesitated as I looked into her eyes before asking. "Do you love me?" 

Jackie looked at me and nodded as the tears welled up in her eyes and began to fall down her cheeks. "That's what..." She softly shook her head without finishing her answer and she got out of the car and walked toward the apartment building. I watched her go and I was disappointed that she never looked back at me.




My Sister Jackie Ch. 06



As I drove back to my apartment I tried to think of what was best and I decided to give her plenty some time before I called her again.