A Change of Climate
Brother and sister engage sexually in middle age with the help of his wife
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Every Sunday I called my father in Florida. Usually it was small talk, making sure we were all, myself my wife and my mother, in stable, if not the greatest health. My mother and father were in their eighties. My wife suffered a severe stroke over a year ago so we generally talked about her progress. Tammy was older than me. She always joked she robbed the cradle. When we met some thirty years ago, I was a horny thirty-three-year-old and she was a hot forty-year-old.
This Sunday, however, the conversation took a different turn. It wasn't about my mother and father's aches and pains, or Tammy's slow progress with physical therapy. My father told me about a visit from my sister's husband, Eric.
"It was very uncomfortable," my father said. "Especially for your mother."
"What was it all about?" I asked.
"Evidently there is a problem in Jessica and Eric's relationship. And he has had health issues, a triple by-pass."
My sister, Jessica, and I were once very close. Her husband, Eric, and I were workmates years ago. I introduced them. They seemed a happy couple back then. They were married and Jess gave birth to my niece, a beautiful girl, Elizabeth, who was now all grown up.
"Your mother and I don't want to get involved," my father said. I didn't blame them. When Elizabeth graduated college, she got in some altercation with my mother and family relations between them never recovered. Stubbornness runs rampant with women in my family.
"I haven't really talked with Jessica in years," my father lamented. I could feel he was in pain over the loss of the relationship between his daughter and granddaughter.
Tammy and I moved to Arizona twenty years ago. That was before my father retired and they sold their home in New Jersey and moved to Florida. We were estranged from the daily family interactions of my parents and siblings. That was fine with me. I loved living in the desert.
"Let me know if you hear from your sister," were my father's words before we hung up.
I felt somewhat torn. I had kept a good relationship with my father through the years, not letting my mother interfere. He was getting older and saddened that his family had mostly fallen apart, my brother and two sisters had distanced themselves because of the abusive nature of my mother.
I decided to call my sister. I was concerned, more for my father.
"Hi Perv," she answered. That was reassuring. At least I knew Jess wasn't in a funk over her husband. Perv, short for pervert, was what she affectionately called me since she caught me sniffing underwear when we were teenagers.
My mother religiously did laundry on Friday mornings. I knew that so after the weekend I would search through the laundry hamper for panties, my mother's, Jessica's, and my other sister's which I didn't take for my nocturnal masturbations.
One night Jess quietly came in my room while I was pleasuring myself with her panties laid across my face, her feminine aroma the inspiration for my masturbation.
"You pervert," she said softly, not to awaken anyone else in the house and cause a scene. "You're fucking jerking yourself off sniffing my panties."
I was embarrassed.
"I watched you going through the hamper," Jessica whispered. "I wondered what the fuck would my big brother want with worn panties?"
"Are you going to tell Mom?" I asked in fear.
"No Perv," she said softly. "After Billy and I make out and he fingers me, I'll make sure you get those fresh panties, Perv."
As we grew older that was always our little secret. Sometimes she used it as blackmail to get me to do things for her. I didn't mind, actually I enjoyed both her playfulness and her pussy juice drenched panties.
"I just talked to Dad," I told my sister. "He said Eric stopped by their house in Florida and seemed a little weird about things. Are you guys alright?"
"I don't know Tom," she responded more serious." I don't know what's going on with him. He won't talk to me or Elizabeth."
"Is there anything I can do?"
"I don't know," Jess said. "I guess I just need a break from the drama, try and sort things out."
"Do you want to come out here to Arizona?" I offered.
"Is that alright? I know you have a lot on your hands with Tammy," she responded.
"We'll make do. I know you like to hike and the desert is nice this time of year."
"That would be nice. I haven't seen you in years."
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Jessica flew into Tucson early afternoon. I met her at the baggage claim and was a bit surprised. She kept herself in good shape, still curvy with our mother's figure without the excess fat. We hugged.
"You are looking good," I complimented my sister as we walked to the car.
"You're not in bad shape either," Jessica responded. "Do you work out?"
"Taking care of Tammy is a workout," I told her. "I try to meditate and do yoga, to keep my mind and body in somewhat good shape." Before Tammy's stroke, when I was still working, I attended mindful meditation sessions and yoga classes on a regular basis. Now I don't have that luxury taking care of Tammy, intermittently practicing on my own.
"I should try meditation," Jess said.
"I have some guided meditation recorded. I'll share them with you," I told her.
"That would be nice. I need to work out so much stuff in my mind."
As we drove through Saguaro National Park, my sister Jessica, was amazed at the beauty of the desert. I stopped at one point to show her a place to go hiking.
"Tammy and I used to go hiking through here. She was mostly into photography, so it wasn't really a hike. More like an exploration.
"This is a lot different than New Jersey," Jessica commented.
"Yes. I hope it will help you just forget about Eric so you can figure out where to go."
Tammy and Jessica got along well. We had dinner and settled down with a glass of wine.
"Jessica, you must be tired," Tammy said.
"Yea, it's been a long day," Jessica replied.
"Tammy can't sleep in the bed, too hard on her back so she sleeps out here on the sofa," I began to explain. "You can sleep in the master bedroom," I told my sister. "Only thing is, the master bath is set up for Tammy, so don't be surprised if we come in to use the bathroom."
"Oh, it's alright." Jessica said. "Where are you going to sleep?" she asked me.
"In the back room. The cats' room. We have a futon back there."
"Is that going to be comfortable for you?" Tammy asked.
"Hey, I'm a guy. I could crash anywhere."
I showed Jessica our bedroom. We had a large king bed. We bought it originally to accommodate us and two medium sized dogs.
"Make yourself comfortable. If you want to clean up after the trip, we have this nice new shower," I said showing my sister.
I went back to the living room after pouring myself a brandy. Tammy and I watched TV. I crashed in my chair until I heard Tammy calling me.
