I went back to see Sandra. I got there and the house was dark but her car was parked in the driveway, so I figured she was home. I knocked on the door and she answered wearing a bathrobe just like the night before. I asked if I could come in and she said yes.
"Shall we get naked?" I asked her. She laughed and took off her robe. I took my clothes off, too, and we were on the floor on a blanket like before. She was drinking some white wine, which I loathe, so I settled for beer.
She's 58 and looks good for her age: a few extra pounds, pale white skin with dark brown nipples and areolas, and a small and very neatly trimmed brown bush in the shape of a triangle.
She asked me, "What's the story with you and your sister? You and Cindy are not like any other siblings I've ever met."
"When I was 32 and she was 29, I was at a party and Cindy walks up to me half-drunk and says, 'I've been wanting to meet you for some time. You're my half brother!' Same mother, different dad, never knew I had a half-sister. Over the years since then we've spent a lot of time together and we're close, but it's not what you'd call the usual brother-sister relationship."
"I noticed that she likes to tease you about the size of your penis," Sandra said while grinning. "You have a cute little penis."
I flinched. "Gee, thanks. She's been that way ever since she got an accidental view of it."
"How'd that happen?"
"At some point, she started actively trying to see what I've got. I always managed to avoid it, but we were swimming one day and she saw too much. That's when the teasing started." I didn't want to go into too much detail/truth with Sandra about the incident. What actually happened is that about two years ago I was dating someone named Marie. We went swimming and she had bought me a yellow Speedo to wear. Man, was it skimpy! I wasn't too worried because it was just gonna be the two of us. I didn't know it at the time but Marie had set me up: she made sure that Cindy showed up at our "private" swim date. My thin little Speedo hid nothing when wet and Cindy got the full show for real. All this was Marie's way of ending our relationship with a laugh at my expense. I've been paying for it ever since.
Sandra was not hiding the fact that she was checking me out at that point so I moved in on her. Her long brown nipples were erect and ready. I started sucking on them and put my hand between her legs. I worked my way down until I had my face between her legs and after a while I maneuvered her into the 69 position. I was surprised at how enthusiastic she was at it. I rolled her over onto her back and she reached down and put me in. We went at it for a long time.
Later, during some cuddle time, she confessed that she hadn't had sex in twelve years.
"Damn! Why so long? You've been turning me down for the last six years!"
I don't remember word-for-word what she said, but it was a tale of woe of her being disappointed by men and not wanting to get hurt again. I can't find too much fault with that.
But, she also wanted to make sure that I knew we weren't in love and not to expect to be able to just roll up in her yard and get laid any time I want to.
I spent the night and the next morning was good, too. Morning sex plus taking a playful shower together was a great way to start my day. I kissed her goodbye and she said, "Remember, we're not in love," and grabbed my crotch.
Seemed like an odd way to say goodbye, but whatever.
On the way home, I was thinking about what Cindy said about me zapping her with practical jokes. What she calls "practical jokes" are usually accidents that make her look bad. She automatically assumes if anything goes wrong it's my fault.
Here's an example: years ago she was married to an old guy named Walter. (I don't remember if he was husband #2 or husband #3.) They threw a big party with lots of people. It was dull and boring. At some point I noticed there were people in the basement watching TV so I went down there.
The football game was on and it was a blowout. Some dude I don't know was rummaging around in the video cabinet and found a VCR tape labeled "private." He said, "Oh boy, let's check THIS out!"
He popped it in and it was a home video of Cindy and Walter. It showed them as they set up the camera and started peeling off their clothes. Walter elected to keep his black socks on. They were arguing the whole time, mostly about money. They started with 69 and would alternate between giving oral and more arguing. They started having sex but were frequently interrupted by Walter's inability to maintain an erection. And Cindy didn't fail to bitch at him about it, either. She also complained a lot about how small his penis was.
The party-goers were watching all this and laughing like they were at a comedy club. It was hilarious. Eventually it got so loud that Cindy came down to see what was so funny right at the moment when it was showing her up close going down on Walter.
