The second part of the story
For all those of you who have asked, here's Part 2 - finally. I re-wrote it a couple of
times, but this was the best version, in my mind.
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Oh, and I appreciate your constructive comments as well. It's been a while since
i've written anything like this, and I've gotten a little rusty.
But I'm trying (very much so, sometimes!).
My s****r Sarah and I had been lovers for most of our adolescent years, until her
graduation. Then our lives had gone in opposite directions and we had lost
contact with each other. I guess the separation had affected her almost as it had
My name’s Brian, and this is the story of our reunification, after thirty five years.
It had been a long day for me. About 14 hours of work had been bracketed by
another 4 hours of nothing going right. I was about ready to jump out a window!
Unfortunately, it’s a two storey building.
Just before midnight, the phone rang. Shit! No one phones at that time of night
unless it’s bad news, and I’d had more than my fair share today. Usually I ignore
late calls, instead relying on the answering machine to pick up the important stuff
and scaring the phone solicitation calls back to their electronic dungeon. But for
some reason, I answered the phone anyway.
“Brian? Brian Pelham?”, an unfamiliar female voice inquired. I was almost
tempted to just hang up, but something stopped me.
“To whom do I have the pleasure?”, I queried. Women only phone me when they’
re desperate in a non-sexual way, and none of them ever call me by name. They
usually call me other things.
“Brian, it’s Sarah. Did I catch you at a bad time?”.
Hmm, Sarah? I didn’t know anyone by the name of Sarah. In fact, I hadn’t heard
that name since . . . .
“Sarah? Sarah Pelham? Is that you, s*s?”. Shit, I hadn’t heard from my s****r for
thirty five years! If she was calling me now, and at this hour, she must be in one
hell of a lot of trouble! Despite our estrangement, I could never ignore my little
“My big b*****r! God, I didn’t know if I had the right number or not. But yeah, it’s
your little s****r! I’ve been searching all over the damned continent trying to find
you for over a week! Where the hell are you, anyway?”.
“I could ask the same thing, s*s. I’m in Ontario now. Left the Coast just after I got
back from Inuvik, what, thirty something years ago? I wanted to go back to see
Mum & Dad, but they shipped me over to England, and then I heard that they’d
both passed away, and, well, I never did get back. How about you? Where the hell
did you get to for all these years?”. I was incredulous! After all this time, it felt like
it was just yesterday that I’d last seen my little s****r!
“I moved to Idaho, met a guy, got married, and we had a great life. But that’s not
why I called”.
“Had? What’s this ‘had’ part all about, s*s?”. Sarah went on to explain that her
husband had succumbed to cancer a couple of years earlier, and her life had
been on a downhill slope ever since. I had the feeling that she was in a lot more
trouble than she’d ever tell me about.
“Brian, I really need to talk to you, by phone if I have to, but in person if you can.
“Maybe, s*s. How soon do you need this talk? Tonight’s not worth a shit for me. I
have to be back in the office by 6:00 tomorrow morning. Or was that an invitation
to vacation in spud country?”. I knew the reference to Idaho potatoes would either
get me a chuckle or a growl. But that was the way we’d been as k**s, always
poking lighthearted fun at each other.
“Brian, normally I’d have a come-back for that, but not tonight! But yeah, that’s an
invite if you can do it. I’ll make this short, especially if you have to work early
tomorrow. I need my big b*****r, desperately! How soon can you get out here? Or
maybe I should go out there? And where in the hell is ‘there’ anyway? Ontario’s a
big piece of real estate!”.
“I’m in . . . oh, never mind where I am, s*s. Give me your number, and I’ll call you
by Friday. If I’m taking an emergency leave, I really should let the office know. If
war isn’t declared before, I could be out there by this time next week. Can I
assume this qualifies as an emergency?”. She had me worried. Well, maybe
panicky might be more accurate.
“Emergency? Not yet, but if I don’t get this thing worked out, it could become one.
Why? Does it make a difference?”, she wanted to know.
“In your case, no. I always did have a soft spot for my little s****r. You know that.
Whatever it takes to bail your pretty little ass out, I’ll have a crack at. Let me try for
that emergency leave, and I’ll let you know on Friday, okay? Any chance you’re
going to tell me what this ‘thing’ is that you’ve gotten yourself into?”.
“Yeah, but not tonight. Maybe on Friday, but preferably when you get here, if you
can come. And don’t worry, Brian, it’s not a life-threatening problem. It’s just one
of those things that only my big b*****r seems to be able to fix”.
Well, while I enjoyed the compliment, the idea that I wasn’t going to worry was a
pipe-dream! I mean, how often does someone you haven’t seen for over half your
life call in the middle of the night to extend an invitation to holiday at their place?
For me, the total count was . . . zero.
The next morning I put in for an emergency leave of absence starting on the
weekend, with a minimum two-week duration. My boss actually volunteered to
resurrect some of my missed vacation time from previous years if I needed more
time than two weeks. The only request he had was that I promise to stay with the
company, and to keep him posted weekly. After having been with the company
this long, and being within five years of early retirement, there wasn’t much
chance I’d be job-hunting, especially in Idaho! On Friday, I called Sarah with the
news, and demanded to know exactly where in No-man’s Land I was aiming for.
Following her directions, it looked like she lived about 25 miles beyond “Please
resume speed”! I booked a flight to Boise for Monday afternoon and arranged for
a rental car at the airport. With a little luck, I’d be at my s****r’s place by late
Monday evening. My scheduling was pretty close, and I rolled up to her door just
after 9:00 local time.
As I pulled into the driveway, my little s****r came running out looking like she’d
just won a lottery. There was barely enough time to turn off the ignition before she
reefed the door open and almost crushed me with one of those hugs that I hadn’t
had for entirely too long. It was immediately augmented with the most sensuous
kiss I could ever remember. Not your usual b*****r-s****r kiss, but one of those
long, penetrating, tongues duelling kisses! To say that I was stunned would be an
“s*s, are you gonna let me outta this machine, or are we gonna homestead right
here in the driveway?”.
There had always been an element of flippancy between us as k**s, and it
seemed to just naturally surface. It also felt like old times again, making me even
more aware of how much I’d missed this . . . well, she wasn’t a girl any more. But
the years had been kind to her, and she was just as beautiful as I remembered.
Her breasts were still firm, with no apparent sagging, her stomach was as taut as
it had been when she was a teenager, and her corn-silk golden blonde hair was
just as gorgeous as I remembered. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on her body
anywhere that I could find. Even her muscle tone was impeccable!
Sarah crawled off my neck long enough for me to get out of the car, grab my
bags, and make my way into the house. But as soon as we were inside, she re-
attached herself in a way that said she was going to be there for a while. Like it
broke my heart, alright! I hadn’t held this body close to me for . . . decades, and I
wasn’t about to stop now! Even her urgent kiss had my bl**d pressure roaming
amongst high numbers!
“Umm, s*s? I’ve missed you, too, but is there any chance I can beg something to
eat first? Breakfast was a long time ago, and my stomach’s beginning to think my
throat’s been cut”.
Sarah rummaged up a couple of sandwiches and a glass of rosé wine. We sat
and talked about nothing in particular, until my curiosity got the better of me.
“So what’s this emergency that I’m here to fix, s*s? And while you’re at it, maybe
you can fill me in on where you went while I was up North. I came home to find
you’d gone, left the country, and never left a forwarding address”.
“Let’s start with the where I went part first. It makes the rest of it fall into place a bit
It seems that while I was in the Arctic, our mother had found out about Sarah and I,
and our i****tuous love affair. Mum blamed it all on me, naturally, but my little
s****r had taken the entire blame. As a result, Mum had literally thrown her out of
the house. I don’t know if they ever made up, but my Dad was devastated about
Sarah leaving. Mum may have known where she went, but wouldn’t tell either my
Dad or me. Christ, did that piece of news ever get my bl**d boiling! Anyway,
Sarah had met a guy in Idaho, married him, and they had one c***d, a girl, when
Sarah was in her late thirties. Her daughter Annie had just graduated, and was
now in university. Her husband had died a couple of years earlier, and while he
had left his wife financially comfortable, the rest of her life was falling down around
“Okay, so much for the missing background, s*s. Bring me up to speed on what’s
happening with you now”.
It seemed that Sarah had built her whole life around her husband and daughter,
but with them both gone, she felt deserted, lost, and desperate for some kind of
emotional anchor. I wasn’t sure where I fit into this jigsaw puzzle, but I was about
to find out.
“Sarah, I’m still not clear on how I can help. I know there’s a plan roaming around
in that pretty little head of yours, but I still have the same old problem. I can read
newspapers, but I can’t read minds. Talk to me”.
There was a long pause as Sarah studied the floor, deep in thought.
“Brian, when I was f******n, I fell deeply in love with my big b*****r, and I think he
was in love with me, too. In all these years, I never stopped loving him, and now . .
. well . . . I need my big b*****r to love me again. I need to love him just as much
as I did when I was a teen. I guess I could have told you all that over the phone, but
I just had to see you again. If you could find it in your heart to love me back, that
would be awesome. And if not, at least I got to see you one last time. That’s why I
wanted you to come out here, to see you again”.
There was another one of those long and uncomfortable pauses. Shit, I wasn’t
ready for that curve! Did I still love my little s****r? Oh yeah! But was I still in love
with her? That would take some time to figure out.
“Bottom line, then, s*s, is you’re asking me to be your lover again? That’s a long
leap after thirty five years, don’t ya think? I mean, we aren’t the same people we
were back then. You’ve changed, and I have too. We both have a lot of left-over
baggage to think about. You’re widowed, and I’m divorced, so availability isn’t the
issue, but what about the scars we’ve accumulated? It’s gonna take a bit of time
to sort all that out, isn’t it? Are you ready to go through all that?”.
“I’ve had a lot of time to think this through, Brian. Am I ready? More than you’ll ever
know. The question is, are you? Given the opportunity, would you even want to
bother? I don’t know. Only you do. But if I don’t ask, I’ll never know, and it’s that
wondering whether or not, that’s eating my guts out. So now, it’s your turn to talk to
Damn! She was my s****r, but she was just as much of a turn-on now as she had
ever been. Not just her body, but her heart and soul as well. This was going to
take some serious thinking.
“Sarah, let me sl**p on it tonight, okay? I’ve never even considered it. Not until
now, anyway. But, for what it’s worth, I do love you. Still. But one of those scars I
mentioned has got me staying away from loving any woman. There aren’t too
many ladies that I’m inclined to change that for”. I stared into her eyes, looking for
an answer. Hell, I’d settle for a subtle hint! But deep down inside me, I knew I had
feelings for this woman that had been launched so many years ago, and still
“Sarah, like I said, there aren’t many women, but you just might be one”.
July 4th doesn’t have fireworks as bright as the lights in my s****r Sarah’s eyes at
I felt exhausted, both physically and emotionally. Just to complicate matters, I was
given my choice of beds to sl**p in, one being the guest bed and the other my
s****r’s. One part of me wanted some space and time to sort out my aching head.
The other screamed at me to do something about the ache I my heart. All that,
and I was too tired to even make the decision! But I’d let my head rule my heart for
so many years that it had become second nature. My first gut reaction was to use
the guest bed, get some rest, and think through this whole situation until the
Sarah and I crawled into her bed anyway.
There was a method to the madness. First, letting my head rule my heart had
gotten me into enough shit over the years. It was time for a change. Second, if you
had to make a choice between sl**ping alone or with my gorgeous s****r, the
question wouldn’t have come up in the first place!
We overcame the initial awkwardness easier than I thought we would. Well,
maybe it was just me that felt awkward, because Sarah showed no signs of being
uncomfortable disrobing in front of me. With that body, she sure had nothing to be
ashamed of! I didn’t feel quite so gallant. In fact, I felt like an embarrassed
bridegroom, overly concerned with my bride’s reaction to what she had married!
The years had added a few pounds and several extra inches around my middle.
Definitely not the body my little s****r had known the last time we had been
together! For the first time in my life, I felt self-conscious!
“Mmm! Big b*****r, you’ve got too many clothes on! Get your fat ass undressed,
and into that bed before I do it myself!”, Sarah growled at me. I had no idea if her
comment was for her benefit or mine. To be honest, I no longer cared, either.
Within seconds we were under the sheets, her in a sheer nightie that reached just
below her pussy, and me in my undershorts. I chuckled to my self that this pair had
a very slim chance of seeing the light of morning still intact. My little s****r had
been known to literally shred fabrics that got between her and her desired
It’s amazing how you go through inconsequential details in your mind in a new
situation, and tonight was no different for me. For example, Sarah and I had our
preferred locations on a bed when we were together, and we automatically
assumed those positions now. As I got comfortable, I realized that this side had a
definite imprint that told me my s****r usually slept where I was now. When I
mentioned that fact to her, she was quite unaware of it, then came up with one of
the greatest come-backs ever.
“Guess I must have been keeping that side warm for my big b*****r. Either that, or
anticipating him being back with me!”. I didn’t care which it was, or whether it was
true or not. But it did inspire me to pull Sarah closer to me. She immediately laid
her head on my chest wrapped an arm over my stomach, and covered my legs
with her upper thigh.
In less than a nanosecond, thirty five years of being lost and apart from each other
“Damn, Brian! I’ve wanted this moment for so fucking long! Even when I was in
Tom’s arms, I remembered what it was like to be in yours. Even had fantasies
about it! Now that I’m here again, I’m never leaving! Not until you’re dead and
cold, and that’s still a questionable thing!”, Sarah murmured. It sounded kind of
ghoulish, but I knew exactly what she meant.
“I know what you mean, s*s. But I’ll tell you a secret. I’m gonna count to three, and
if your lips aren’t up here, I’m gonna drag you up by the hairs until they are!”.
Sarah lifted her eyes as her muscles anticipated moving. Just as she was about
an inch away from my hungry lips, I mumbled, “Three”, then tasted her luscious
kisses. She almost attacked me, her demanding urgency for love possessing me,
consuming me, making me feel helplessly vulnerable to her. I’d lost many, many
battles against my little s****r’s charms. This proved to be another one.
As Sarah broke that long-overdue kiss, she whispered, “I thought you said you
were counting to three?”.
“I did. I just didn’t say I would count by ones!”, I whispered back. She chuckled
softly, then attacked me again, her tongue almost forcing itself on me. As I said, I
never could say no to my little s****r. She gained entrance, and ran her tongue up
the back of my upper teeth and across my palette. It had been electric when we
were younger, and it was even more so now. I groaned in delight, not able to stop
the reaction even if I had wanted to. Almost instinctively, my hand sought her
breast, wanting it, needing it, demanding the softness of it against my palm. Even
after the missing decades between us, I knew exactly where it was, what part of it
felt so familiar, and what portions gave Sarah the most pleasure. Spreading my
thumb, I cupped the underside of her as I enveloped that magical orb of femininity,
drawn to her like a moth to light. Sliding over her gossamer-like smooth skin, my
fingers found her nipple, capturing it between thumb and index finger in a grip that
allowed me to lightly tease her quickly-hardening nub. Sarah gasped deeply, then
moaned as her breath escaped. Being locked against her lips, I felt that moan
more than heard it
We both froze in the rapture of our physical contact, neither one of us willing to
break the spell it cast over us. But Sarah wanted more. Still clamped to my lips,
and with my hands fondling her breast, she slid her own hand down my belly and
over my semi-erect cock. Her fingers lightly traced an outline from the back of my
nut sac to the tip of my cockhead and back down again. It took maybe two
complete cycles to get me as hard as I remembered being when I was nineteen!
Twice more and her fingers found the waistband of my shorts and scooted under
it. Pausing on the way to continuing her manipulation of my turgid meat, she
tickled the pubic hairs at the base of my cock. That had driven me crazy the last
time we made love, and it still had the same effect, only more so!
In reaction to my little s****r’s touch, I rolled us both over so that she was on her
back and I was on my side. Sarah’s fingers were trapped between my thighs
during that manoeuver, gripping my sac lightly but deliberately. I snatched the hem
of her nightie with my hand and pushed it up to her neck, then broke our kiss so
that I might taste her marble-hard nipple between my lips. Sarah stopped stroking
me just long enough to remove that fabric barrier to her chest, then re-established
her claim to the exclusivity of my manhood. The confines of my shorts became a
frustration for her, and she grabbed the leg opening and ripped it to oblivion! A
part of me felt shocked as I realized that I wore a waistband and a leg opening of
elastic, but nothing between those two items. The sensation of her fingers on my
prick pushed that thought out of my head instantly! It also called up a demanding
desire in my hand to practise its wanderlust tendencies as I traced a pathway
from her breast, over her tummy, danced sensuously in the forest of her corn-silk
soft pussy fur, as continued its journey to the wondrous secrets of her slit.
My first encounter was the hood of her clitoris, and I hooked my finger at the apex
of that inverted V as I beckoned her nub to join in our re-acquaintance. The
response was almost instantaneous as Sarah’s sex button emerged to greet me
at the same time its owner groaned in delighted rapture. She jerked her leg,
bending it at the knee as she invited, begged, and demanded that I explore the
entire territory of her gash. As desperately as I wanted to comply, I wasn’t
anywhere near finished with the conversation with my favourite friend, her nub. By
the feel of the pressure Sarah was pushing herself against my finger, it wasn’t
ready to part either. However, all good things must come to an end, and I took my
leave as I slid deeper into the cavern of her vulva, replacing that wandering digit
with my thumb to console her deserted clit. It must have appreciated the gesture,
as Sarah gasped and groaned even more as I sought her entrance. Her outer lips
opened to my intrusion like the petals of a flower, welcoming me like a long-lost
lover in to that love-cave that I hadn’t visited for so long. As though to spread the
welcome mat, her love canal flooded it self with Sarah’s juices, beckoning me to
come in and correct a long-overdue absence.
Somehow, Sarah’s panties had disappeared from her body, and to this day, I
have no idea how or where. I just know that their guard over her charms was totally
ineffective, and their disappearance appreciated by both of us. It also made my
return to her cave of passion more welcoming.
As I extended my search, Sarah’s demand that I spend as much time visiting as
possible was expressed in a series of quick gasps, moans, groans, and mewls,
each one increasing my feelings of lust and love more than the last. God, I wanted
this woman! My finger just had to pave the way for my now-straining cock, the
same one my s****r’s hand had tight possession of! Moving to the ridges of her
G-spot that I had known so well before, I lightly rubbed across them as an
announcement of my return. My beckoning to that erogenous area of Sarah’s sex
was greeted with an onslaught of lust and desire.
“Oh God, Brian! I’ve waited for this for so goddamned long! You still know this
body, and that part of me that wants you inside me so badly! Shit, big b*****r, I
need you to make me cum!”. Within seconds I could feel her walls beckoning,
calling, demanding my further residence as her cunt contracted and gripped me in
an unyielding attempt at total capture. The arch of her back off the bed advertised
to anyone sensing her that she was about to soar to the heights of an
overwhelming orgasm. I welcomed its coming, invited its arrival, insisted on its
advance. Sarah pushed her hips f***efully against my arm as her cum consumed
her very existence.
“Y-e-s-s-s, big b*****r! I’m c-c-u-u-u-m-m-m-n-n-n-g-g-g!!”, and Sarah’s entire
body trembled, shook, and froze as the sensations of her climax superceded
everything else in her being! I’m not sure who enjoyed this trip to Nirvana more,
her for going there, or me for being able to open the gates to her pleasure. The
increased pressure of her grasp on my cock almost made me a connected part of
her experience, and I loved it! I continued to stimulate her vagina until she eased
out of its claim on her.
“Dammit, Brian! You have no idea how much I missed how you can do that to me,
to my body! Now it’s my turn! Come inside me, give me that gorgeous cock of
yours, fill your little s****r that’s missed you so fucking bad all these years!”, and
that little wisp of femininity rolled me over her thigh into a position of demand
between her legs. In one swift movement, she had placed me just at the entrance
to her cunt, and was rocking her hips with sufficient f***e to wrap her pussy lips
around my cockhead. It was an invitation no man could refuse, even if he’d been
dead for two hundred years! My lust insisted that I ram myself deep into her as
quickly as I could, but the love for this wonderful woman demanded that I savour
every inch, every millimetre of the journey! Advancing slowly but deliberately into
her love channel, the ridge of my glans explored and delighted in the many
textures of her cunt walls, until we were finally joined by both our sexes and our
pubic bones. I could feel the pointed hardness of her clit as it pressed against my
skin, seeking its own private doorway into my body! We both gasped and revelled
in the union, and probably made enough noise to wake the dead! And you know
what? Neither one of us gave a flying fuck about anybody, or anything, outside our
tight sphere of consciousness!
“Fuck me, big b*****r! Fuck your little s****r’s cunt and make her come! God,
Brian, I need you so fucking badly! If you even think about pulling that cock out of
me, I’ll cut the Goddamned thing off and keep it until my dying day! Take me!
Now!”, Sarah screamed lustfully. A thought about correcting her terminology flew
into my brain. It left almost as soon as it arrived, probably because the feelings
that Sarah’s pussy was telegraphing to my groin, my cock, and my entire body
were so overwhelming that there wasn’t room for conscious thought! I had never
wanted a woman as much as I wanted my little s****r that moment! Instinctively,
my hips began to pull my manhood out of her sex tube, then push me back in to
the farthest reaches of her cum cavity, slowly at first, then faster with the power of
her lust. The connection between us demanded more of her, and for her! It felt like
mere seconds later that my balls tightened and lifted as they primed my cum-tube
with a huge charge of womb-filling scalding spunk! Damn, as much as my body
wanted to climax, the sensory overload screamed for more of her, of this coupling,
of her total possession of me! But try as I might to control that invading pressure
at the base of my cock, I was helpless!
As the imminence of my explosion established itself, I became aware of the
tightening grip of Sarah’s walls on my turgid meat. We would cum together! Now,
instead of dreading the culmination of our joining, I welcomed it, craved it, almost
willed it! Sarah arched her back in an effort to f***e me as deep inside her as
was physically possible. To that end, I rammed my phallus as deep into her as I
could go, then kept it at that depth as the first stream of my hot sticky cream burst
from my jizz slit in its quest for her waiting womb! In response, Sarah’s cum-canal
almost sucked me to its furthest extent, yelling for more of my seed! In unison, we
screamed of the domination of our lust to the rest of the world! As our orgasms
invaded every cell of our bodies, the intensity was such that I could almost feel my
s****r’s orgasm in conjunction with my own! The grip of her legs around my waist
implies that she could also feel mine! We were joined not only physically, but
spiritually as well! Never, in all my memories, had I felt this much a part of another
human being’s existence! The closest I could come to for a description was an
effect similar to Alice Through The Looking Glass! We rode the crest of that wave
of passion and lust together, our souls joined as they swooped through the open
skies of our joint existence! Too soon, the experience ended, but the memory of
that one shared moment would remain until the stars all burned out!
With a peace that I hadn’t felt inside me for . . . well, a very long time, I held my
little s****r as tightly as I dared, afraid that after finding her again, I might lose her!
If the question of being in love with her had been posed before, it was a no-
brainer now! I could feel and sense that Sarah felt exactly the same way, and for
the same reasons. It was a toss-up as to who held who the closest and tightest,
not that the final score amounted to a hill of beans. We both knew, deep in our
hearts, that the separation from each other was over, and the reunification was
the single most important aspect of our very existence. No words were needed to
communicate the revelation to each other, and none were spoken.
“Brain? I love you, dammit! I’ve wanted you, needed you, and on occasion, had
you, most of my life. But I’ve never felt this close to anyone, ever, before! I just wish
it never had to end, that’s all”.
“End? Who says it’ll ever end, s*s? You just took a part of me that I can’t exist
without, so I guess I’ll just have to either fade away, or stick around for the rest of
whatever! Like it or not, you’re gonna have to get used to your big b*****r
invading your life. Think you can handle that?”.
The warmth and strength of her kiss as she possessed another part of me for
eternity was answer enough.
“One more little favour, Sarah? Please, please, don’t ever ask me to fuck you
again. I’ve had you, taken you, loved you, given myself freely to you, and hope to
live ling enough to do all that again. But I’ve never just straight-out fucked you. You
mean too much to me to just use you and discard the left-overs. I know, it’s a picky
little thing, but it’s also a part of me that you’ve made me realize. I neither can, nor
want to lose track of that gift. Deal?”.
Sarah squeezed me tight enough to remind me of my ribs, and it was painful.
Painful, but in a good way, a loving way, a part of us way. It just wasn’t something I
wanted to go through continuously. I definitely would, however, always remember
the lady that had caused that sharp reaction, and why she’d done it.
For the rest of our lives, I’d remember.
Sarah eased out of the bed and made her way carefully over to her bureau,
opening one of the drawers just out of my vision of its contents.
“Just where the hell do you thing you’re going, young lady?”, I demanded of her.
“Get the pretty little ass over yours back here, and hold me like no other woman
can! That isn’t a request, either! It’s a demand!”, I growled at my little s****r.
“Listen, Buddy!. I have a pussy full of my b*****r’s hot cum in me, and I intend to
keep every drop of his life-giving cream, and every degree of his heat inside my
cunt, to savour for as long as I can! You have no fucking idea of how much that
means to me, how long I’ve waited to have a part of him inside me again! I’m
grabbing a pair of panties to help hold him inside me!”, and she slipped on a pair
of pink silk panties that barely covered her pussy. Pulling them up tight enough to
do their job of retaining my cum, they outlined her slit like a second skin. Seeing
her gorgeous sex inspired a threatening twitch from my cock,
“I saw that, Brian Pelham!”, Sarah declared. “Try that one more time and I’ll suck
you until you’re hard again, then ride you until I’m so fucking full of your spunk that
I’ll leave tracks like a fucking slug for a week!”. Sarah could always get me
lathered when she talked dirty like that, and she knew it!
There were still logistics to plan, problems and conflicts to overcome, and a
hundred and one other details to take care of. Most of them would be relatively
easy, but one or two would prove to both of us just how strong that commitment to
each other that had started almost a half century earlier really was.
The next morning, over coffee, I had some more of those usual ten million
questions buzzing around in my brain. A lot of them had been answered last night,
but some still existed. Sarah still wore those protective panties from the previous
night, and not much else. The sight of her body made it almost impossible to
concentrate on anything else. But I tried. Honest, I really did!
“Umm, s*s? You mentioned an emergency crisis when you called. Gonna fill me in
on what that is, and maybe how I can help?”.
“That depends, b*****r of mine. You mentioned that you might stick around, right?
Any decisions yet?”.
“Yeah. Well, sort of. I know what I want and need to do. I just haven’t figured out
where I need to be to do it. And you’re right. That was almost another repeat of
ducking the question, wasn’t it?”.
“Maybe. Tell me what it is that you want to do. We’ll come back to the where you
want to do it part later”.
“Okay, what I want to do, and need to do, is be with my little s****r for the rest of
whatever. Last night proved to me beyond all doubt that, while I may be able to
live like an urban hermit, I really don’t want to any more. There’s something inside
me that makes me feel complete, fulfilled, and worthwhile. It also seems that you’
re the only person I know that can bring that part of me out. Now that I’ve found it
again, and you too, I’ll be damned if I’m prepared to live without it. Or you, for that
matter. I warned you about that last night, just before we fell asl**p. Remember?”.
“Oh yeah, I remember! This morning, I thought you might have said that in the heat
of passion, and I’ve been a little afraid of that possibility. Are you telling me that I
can stop worrying now?”.
“Yeah . . . yeah, s*s, I am. You asked me if I was still in love with you last night,
remember? Well, turns out I am, so I’ve got the same problem as you. Only cure I
can think of is to get back to what we dreamed of years ago. That brings up the
next question though. Are we gonna stay here in Idaho, growing spuds or
whatever, or are we going to ship you out to Ontario? There’s strong arguments
both ways on that point. Talk to me, little s****r. I need you to be in this fifty-fifty”.
“Brian, if it was just me, I wouldn’t care if we moved to Pago-Pago! But you do
have a niece, and she says she wants to get to know her uncle. Her life is here in
Idaho, and to be honest, I can’t see her pulling up roots and moving to Ontario. I’m
not so sure that, with her being almost as important in my life as you are, I’d be
comfortable in Ontario without her. So there’s a dilemma we have to address,
right? It might mean that, if we’re going to be together, you’d have to move down
here. Is that do-able?”.
My mind raced through a thousand scenarios, but it was do-able, as she phrased
it. I’d have to pull a lot of strings and call every favour I was owed, but yeah, it was
do-able. I went through some of my ideas with my little s****r, just to help reassure
her that our separation was finally over. Then I downed my coffee, poured a refill,
and made some phone calls.
Brad, my boss, couldn’t give me a definitive answer, but promised he would just
as soon as he found anything out. Until that happened, there was no sense
banging my head on a wall. The walls always won anyway.
Just as I was sitting down at the table again, the door burst open and in walked
my niece! I’d never met her before, or even seen her picture, but I would have
recognized her anywhere, even on a moonless night! And despite my weakening
eyesight brought about with age, I think I had my first experience with double
vision! Annie, my niece, struck me as a perfect clone of Sarah when I had last
seen her, at the ripe old age of eighteen! For reasons that I didn’t have the
concentration to figure out, that sight made my heart rate almost double!
“Hi! You must be my uncle Brian, right?”. any control I had ever had of my facial
muscles evaporated as my jaw headed for the floor at the acceleration rate of
gravity. “I’m Annie, your niece! Mum said you’d be here today, and I’ve been so
looking forward to getting to know you!”.
Ever had one of those situations happen to you that had red flashing lights and
warning bells going off in your head? You have?
As of that second, me too . . . .
As you can see, there's a potential opening to turn this into a multi-part story.
Send me a PM if you'd like to see it grow. Meanwhile, I have some other outlines
to work on and finish. I'll post them when I feel they're ready . . . if anyone's
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