A Good Kisser
While the majority of our friends and relatives were either already in or preparing to go to a dance on New Year's Eve, me and my younger sister Sharon were in my car speeding along the highway, eating up the fifteen miles from home to the city where our older brother lived with his young wife and toddler. We were headed there to act as peacemakers to the young couple. A few minutes earlier, I had received a call from my sister in law begging for someone to come and talk some sense into the head of my brother. He had gotten dressed to go dancing while expecting his wife to remain at home with the two-year-old. A verbal fight had ensued and as tempers flared it eventually became physical.
It was nothing new, they were always fighting due to my brother's infidelity and his wife's arrogance, but I would have expected him to show better sense than to attempt to go out alone on a night like New Year's Eve. My mother and father who were themselves preparing to go out when the call came, had bluntly stated that they were not going to let my brother and his wife mess up their night; they had waited all year for it. I guess like everybody else in our family they had simply grown tired of the constant bickering between my brother Danny and his wife Latoya. Neither Sharon nor I had planned to go out because we were both in-between relationships. Also, I had expenses and as such wasn't keen on spending the kind of money that New Year's Eve dances called for.
When we got there the apartment was in a mess with knocked over stuff. Also, Latoya sported a swollen and cut upper lip and Danny a swollen right eye and a bloody scratch along his cheek. We spent two hours listing to arguments and counter arguments and trying to pacify and give advice where we could.
When we left, they were in a better mood than we had found them, even smiling at each other. About fifteen minutes before our departure it became evident that they were eager to see the back of us. There was no misunderstanding the mutual exchange of sly lingering looks, along with an obvious restlessness. There were also the telltale prominent nipples poking the front of Latoya's tank top, that hadn't been there in the beginning. As if that were not enough to draw a conclusion from, Latoya was constantly spreading her thick legs and exposing the fat crotch hugged tight by the tiny stretch shorts she was wearing. Although I knew that display was meant for Danny's eyes, it got to me as well and my cock was more than a little bit puffed up.
I gathered that at some point during the mending process they had tacitly agreed that they were ready to fuck and make up. I soon learnt that Sharon had sensed the same for she mentioned it as soon as we drove off, giggling at the thought. She spelt it out quite bluntly, saying that Latoya and Danny looked like they were ready to fuck till they dropped. Thinking of them reminded me of how horny I'd been feeling the past few days.
As we drove off, Sharon adjusted her seat, bringing herself to a laidback position. She lifted one leg onto the seat and leaned it against the door and the other one she spread wide, bracing the driving controls.
"Those two sure drained my energy ... I suddenly feel sleepy, yuh might have to wake me up when we get home," she said, yawning.
I made a quick glance down at her and in the dim lighting, was able to make out the plump mound of sex meat hugged by her leggings. I decided immediately that I wasn't going to drive fast. I kept making quick little glances down at her, under the pretext of telling her one thing or the other. At one time I noticed that her hand, open palm down had found its way to her crotch, fingers slightly folded. When I got the call from Latoya Sharon hadn't bothered to change out of what she was wearing in the house -- skintight, stretch, pink leggings and a slightly brighter pink tube top that grabbed her big, banana breasts in a close embrace and stopped short just at the level of her belly button. Pink was her favourite colour and she wore it well. With her lying the way she was, I could see her creamy light-brown belly and the deep sunken belly button in all its inviting glory.
The mound, the navel and nipple imprints made me remember Latoya's desperate display of sexual urgency and I felt my cock begin to harden. I couldn't honestly say, though, whether that hardness was for my sister or sister in law. I didn't really care, it just felt good being hard.
"You and I must be the only two people our age who ain't got nothing to look forward to, tonight. The new year will probably find us playing with ourselves," Sharon said, followed by a hearty laugh.
Then she added, "I guess we don't have anything to look forward to, tonight, because we been looking the wrong places ... in this life there is always something for you if you know where to look."
I wasn't particularly surprised by her outburst and the follow up statement. -- that's just how Sharon was. At twenty-five she was one year my junior, but she was always so smart, so levelheaded, practical and assertive, that folks usually thought she was the older sibling. I was glad she had come along with me for she was good at dealing with difficult people and conflict situations, while I tend to get emotional and bungle good intentions.
It was a little before eleven, and when we were about halfway from home, I told Sharon that if she weren't all that sleepy, we could stop some place for a while and have a drink, maybe stick around until after the midnight explosions.
"We're already out on the road, and though we're not dressed for partying that shouldn't stop us from enjoying the end of year vibes ... we could stop at one of those open air or partly enclosed roadside bars ... you don't have to be dressed up for that kind of scene," I said, hoping she would like the idea.
"Yuh know what ... I suddenly ain't sleepy at all," she said, laughing out loud at her own joke.
I turned off the highway into a narrow access road and stopped at a popular bar that was about three miles away from home, one that I sometimes pop into for a little drink every now and then. About a mere ten feet away from the road edge, began a huge tent-like shed that had trellised walls along two sides and palm trees on the outside. Where the shed ended, there began the better-enclosed section with dance floor and dimmer lights than outside. Holding hands and having to squeeze our way through, due to the extra tables set out for the night's action, we walked the length of the dim-lit, season-decorated shed before finally finding a vacant table.
"Dey tall, oh my gawd," an amazed sounding young woman exclaimed.
Sharon chuckled and gripped me tighter with her soft fingers. We didn't feel offended or annoyed, because we were indeed tall and used to the stares and whispers. I am six feet seven and Sharon six three. Most of our family hovered thereabouts. I could feel the admiring male eyes taking in Sharon's lush slim-thick figure with the big, broad rolling ass and large, bouncing, unrestrained banana boobs. While we were making our way under the shed I'd found myself enjoying the feel of Sharon's soft femininity against my athletic firmness, and now as I sat there feeling the gazes I was even more titillated at the thought that persons might be thinking us a couple and envying us.
"Ah wonder how long they been searching before finding each other," a man at a nearby table asked, in what I was sure was an intended whisper, but came out much louder because of having to speak against the decibels of the speakers blasting deep R & B music.
"And they even managed to find their face in each other," a woman added, laughing.
Sharon immediately laughed and looking good naturedly towards the table waved at the six occupants, causing two of the females to bring their hands to their mouths as it dawned on them that we'd heard their talk. They smiled shyly.
I left Sharon briefly at the table and went to the bar where I bought four beers. We quickly finished those off and when the next waitress passed by, I ordered another four.
"This will be the first New Year's Eve in nine years that I won't be kissing a girl on the stroke of midnight," I said, with outward joviality but inner distress.
"It doesn't have to be," Sharon said, chuckling.
"What ... you're asking me to look around here for some random girl to kiss?" I said and laughed out loud.
"No, I'm not asking you to do that ... I'm telling you that you could kiss me," Sharon said, leaning across the table and whispering.
I leaned across the table and also whispered, "You're my sister, remember? ... I'm not talking peck on the cheek or puckered lips kiss."
"So, what's wrong with kissing your sister romantically? It's a loving gesture ... you do love me, don't you? ... and It's not like it will kill!"
"Sharon You're crazy ... or drunk."
"Actually, I do want you to kiss me like that ... I want to feel what it's like. I spent nearly a year hearing about it from my friend Donette, that you dated when you were about nineteen ... she just couldn't have enough of telling us girls about your kissing expertise. I was glad when the two of you finally called it a day and she shut up," Sharon said, ending with a laugh.
I was shocked to say the least. All I did was chuckle and shake my head.
At about ten minutes to midnight, Sharon announced that it was time for us to hit the darkened dance floor so she could have her kiss without having to wonder about being seen by anyone who might know us. Adding that she was settling for nothing less than a proper kiss. We made our way to the packed floor and found ourselves having to be pressed against each other because of lack of space. Sharon's soft, fleshy body against mine felt good -- good as in sensually arousing. I felt my cock puffing up in response to the warmth and pressure of her inner thighs and crotch that it was guardedly touching, but touching nevertheless. I called on all my will power and managed to keep it at about half mast.
I was happy when the DJ announced that he was not going to turn on the lights above the dance floor, for obvious reasons
When the eruption of cheering, shouting, and fireworks started I pressed my lips to Sharon's that were already upturned and waiting. I had intended to just press my lips hard against hers, but when I felt her tongue eagerly probing, I capitulated and soon we were kissing like lovers, her arms wrapped tightly around my neck. It was then that I lost concentration and my cock swelled to max against my sister's lady bump. I was the one that broke the kiss.
"Well, little sis, you've had the kiss you waited long years for," I said, forcing a laugh and trying to make light of the matter.
"And what a kiss ... Donette was right, you are the best, Charles ... geez, my head is swinging!"
We stood there holding each other and giggling like little kids as we joined in the singing and shouting, but there was nothing child-like about the pressure in our crotches. Amazingly, neither of us followed the mutual urge -- I'm sure it was mutual -- to grind our hips harder together, but neither did we make any effort to pull away. We simply stayed put and pretended that what was down there was just a figment of imagination. When the music restarted, we danced a couple of songs, our bodies moderately embraced and moving gently. We returned to the table where we ordered another four beers. The waitress returned with them and two complimentary glasses of cheap wine. When we finished them off Sharon suggested we leave then because of me driving. She added that we could continue drinking at home if we felt the need.
