(Jay)
The rest of the day passed in a bit of a haze and I felt alternately excited and embarrassed by what had happened. I could not deny that I was looking forward to going to bed that night and reliving the details in the darkness of our bedroom but at the same time I felt guilty that I had somehow taken advantage of my little sister even though she appeared to have made all the running.
About six-o-clock the phone rang. It was Jay and she told me all about a visit to some aunt she had made and what she had bought in the market etc.etc., all of which I listened to with a sense of guilt and betrayal. When she asked me what I had been up to recently, for one awful second I thought she had somehow found out about Bren and flustered my reply before I realised there was no guile to her question. She merely wanted to know if I was alright and looking after myself.
The conversation went on but I could gradually tell she was hedging around asking me something which might get her the answer she didn't want. Eventually she plucked up enough courage and it all came out in a gabble. She was due to return home in a few days but she and her mother had had an invitation to go and stay with other relatives in the north of the country on the coast for a couple of weeks and would I mind terribly or be annoyed with her if she went. She would love to go but if I said no she would come back as planned. Initially I was disappointed but the eagerness in her voice made it difficult for me to refuse. I said I missed her a lot and had been looking forward to having her back with me but yes, she should go.
She thanked me a lot and picked up on me missing her. I said I missed her company and having her to talk to, then in a soft voice she asked me if I missed her in bed. Although we talk openly about our sex life this took me a little by surprise and I said of course I did. She surprised me even more by asking if I had 'been taking care of my needs' when I needed to. When I told her I had, but carefully omitted anything about the afternoons events, she asked me when I had and I said mostly in bed at night to which she revealed that she had been as well.
'Oh Jay, I wish you were here right now.'
'Listen, it's just about half past two in the morning here. What time will you be going to bed?'
I said about eleven-o-clock.
'I'll wake up at seven here and ring you so we can talk comfortably and cosily in bed. Are you getting hard because I'm quite damp already, and before you ask, yes, I do miss you a lot as well.'
I said I was and suggested we continued the conversation now but she refused.
'I'll be warm and comfortable and naked in bed here and you'll be the same in our bed there. Look out the pictures you took of us a couple of years ago, you know the ones I'm talking about.'
When we bought our digital camera about then, we took several pictures of ourselves both naked and having sex and printed them. I said they were still where we kept them but I hadn't looked at them since we looked at them together before she left. They were a guaranteed aphrodisiac.
'Get them out tonight but don't be surprised that some of the ones of you, and us together, are missing, I've got them here with me!'
I was beginning to realise there were hidden depths to my wife and told here we needed to do a lot of catching up - and talking - when she got back.
'I'm counting on it,' she said, 'now let me get to sleep.' Then in almost a whisper 'Be in bed at eleven, and I'll ring you then. I love you.'
I've never been one for wishing my life away but that evening seemed to drag on interminably. I had my dinner and idly watched television but without any degree of enthusiasm and eventually went upstairs at about ten thirty. I retrieved the photos and sat on the bed looking at them and the effect was as it had always been even though I did not have Jays rising excitement beside me to egg mine on. I undressed and got into bed and examined them closely under the bedside light.
It was about ten to eleven when the phone rang and a voice said softly 'Hello.'
I thought she was a little early but told her I was in bed with our photos and in a softer tone told her I was as solid as a rock.
'Is it nice and warm in your bed?' I asked.
There was a pause, quite a long pause actually, before I heard 'David, this is Brenda.'
I was mortified.
'Oh....my...God!' I mumbled, 'I thought you were Jay.' I went on 'Look, I'm so sorry Bren.... I had no idea......I didn't mean to embarrass you...'
The penny had obviously dropped when she interrupted me.
'Jay and you were going to talk dirty to each other over the phone and get yourselves off?!'
'Well...' was all I got out before she continued with a little laugh
'That's fantastic! God, what a turn on to know you do it as well!'
'What do you mean?'
'Tony and I do it a lot but I never thought of you and Jay wanking together! Brilliant! What time is she ringing you?'
'In a few minutes.'
'I'll go but please, please ring me afterwards will you?'
'Why?'
'Because I want to hear all about it! God, I'm so fucking wet....' The phone went dead.
I have to admit that the short conversation had excited me even more. It was perverse to think that my sister, knowing what my wife and I were about to do and was highly turned on, was further stimulation for me. I couldn't wait for the phone to ring again.
But wait I did and it was a good half hour before it did.
'I'm sorry darling, I'm really sorry. I overslept a bit. Are you OK?'
I was so glad to hear her voice that the rising frustration of a few minutes before was swept away. She asked if I had been looking at the photos and said she had hers there as well. We described in detail what we were doing and how we felt, how erotic it had been to photograph ourselves and the wild sex we had had afterwards.
She was obviously getting higher all the time although she was talking in a soft voice so as not to wake others in the house. She kept telling me how wet she was and at one point described the aroma when she lifted her fingers to her nose. This very nearly signalled the end for me and I had to hold back hard or it would have all been over.
I left myself alone but took charge of the conversation and encouraged her to talk dirtier and dirtier until I heard her groaning and gasping softly into the mouthpiece as she went over the top. I kept silent until she had recovered a bit and she told me how much better that had been than her own solo masturbations.
