He sat back from the PC and slid the keyboard tray away on it's runners. He stretched and rubbed his eyes. At nearly fifty five, he was running to fat. He'd always been active but as winter approached and with his work slowing down, he'd not been as careful as he had been and continued to eat as though he were twenty and very active. Now he could feel the bulge of his stomach, resting against his ribs and his groin. He stretched again, as much to ease the discomfort of his belly as the pain in his shoulders.
"Shit!" he exclaimed as his wife walked into the bedroom he used as an office.
"What's wrong Hunt?"
"They rejected my story again!"
"Which one?"
"the brother and sister one,"
"The incest story, about the siblings you based on me and Garth."
"Yes, I don't understand it. I said they were both over the age of majority and consent, I mean do I actually have to say they're over eighteen, spell it out or what. I know they hate that I don't use an editor and that I try to keep the UK version of spelling, but this is the third time."
"Hunt, perhaps you do need to use an editor and perhaps you should be more relaxed about it."
"I don't know, I really don't. Then there's all the anonymous posts complaining about the stories, I think I'll just give up"
"Hunt, don't do this, just give it a day or two. Hey can I ask what made you base the characters on me and Garth?"
"I suppose it's because when I first met you, you and Garth were so close."
"I know but nothing like that ever happened, I mean we played show me yours, we watched each other pee but that's about all."
"I know, but it was just the way the story came out."
"I don't know how you dream these things up. I was astonished at how you described us."
She stood behind him and her musky scent enveloped him. She wore a shortish nightie, nestling above her knee and he could feel the soft roundness of her 36E beasts pressed against his neck. Had he been standing behind her he would have seen the lower edges of her buttocks and the full length of her bare legs. She massaged his arms and kissed the crown of his head. He smiled and moved his arms behind him, feeling the soft outline of her sides beneath the thin cotton covering. She grinned as she saw his erection tenting the sleeping shorts he was wearing. Leaning forward she ran her hands over his moobs and circled his nipples.
"Come to bed,"
"Helen I'm not tired,"
"Neither am I, come to bed,or maybe we can just enjoy ourselves here."
She squeezed his nipples gently and licked his earlobe. He smiled and spun the chair gently round, then pulled her onto his lap. She rubbed her arse against his cock, his shorts providing only a millimeter of obstruction between them. Standing up she pulled her nightdress over her head her breasts raising under the fabric then falling back gently against her chest. meanwhile he pulled his short thick cock free of his shorts.
She turned to face him, straddling the chair and moving over his cock as he held it out towards her. With a grunt she impaled herself fully onto him. She felt his cock fill her up as he felt the walls of her cunt slip around him like a warm wet embrace. He held her round the waist and dipped his head to kiss and suckle on her melons, as she tilted her head back and enjoyed the stimulation.
Slowly she began to move up and down his shaft, feeling her lips being pulled downwards and then slip away from his cock. She loved the down stroke as his cock pistoned into her. Her clit was alternately pushed against the base of his cock and then free and clear. She now added a slight twist on completing the down stroke, rubbing her clit harder against the top of his cock. Their lips locked together, tongues tangling and they slowly edged towards orgasm, he now lifting up as she came down, so their contact was all the more positive. Slowly they ground into each other until finally he could hold back no longer.
"Hel I'm cumming, Oh God can't hold it."
"Hold it Hunt, hold it for me baby,"
"Trying but I can''t last any longeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrr,"
"Oh Baby, keep going, keep going for me, that's it, oh Godddddd, I'm Cummmmmmmmmmmmmm..."
They pushed and rubbed against each other until they could push no more. Helen's body sank against Hunters and they gasped and panted together for ages.
"God I needed that, honey you are a fabulous lover."
"Hunter you make me so happy, I love you so much."
"I'm tired now,"
"No shit Sherlock?"
They untangled and held each other close, his limp cock dribbling the last of his cum over her lower belly and pubes. She grinned and wriggled against him. They kissed and reluctantly separated. Walking to their bedroom, they climbed into bed and spooned, she wriggling and giggling as his spent cock touched her bare bottom. His hand came over her waist and he held her breast firmly, she sighed and they snuggled together, soon they both slipped into dreamless sleep.
Over the next few days Helen began to think about her brother and how close they were and how distant they had become. She and Garth had been close as kids and had grown closer in their early teens as their father, Ralph, battled against alcoholism. Their mother, Ruth, had then begun to work all the hours she could to try to maintain
their standard of living, but it was a constant battle as Ralph fell off the wagon too often, using whatever money he could find to drown his sorrows. Finally he had died in a stupid accident, falling dead drunk into the path of a car, dying there on the road never conscious of the mess he left behind.
Life changed overnight and so they drew together, they had few relatives, so the funeral was a drab sparsely attended affair. It was the cheapest available but still drained their precious reserves. Ralph had life cover, but the Insurers tried to evade payment, saying that his alcohol induced accident amounted to suicide which wasn't
covered. Finally with the aide of a local solicitor, they came to an agreement and they received a token payment, it was no big deal. In fact it was so poor a payout the solicitor waived his fees, saying they had been badly treated.
At Eighteen, Helen had started work, hoping to go to University later, once Garth had been. Garth, however, had other plans and nineteen months later as he hit eighteen he decided he wanted to travel the world. Shocked Helen had, for once, lost her temper with him and all the bile and vitriol she had stored up for her father, but never released, was directed at her younger brother. Garth had a store of anger too and he opened the doors wide and emptied the warehouse. The two siblings left no stone unturned and every slight or misplaced word, gesture or look between them was dredged up and hurled at the other. Finally Garth looked at Helen and snarled.
"Well fuck you! you don't like it, tough shit, because I am out of here and I won't be back, EVER!"
Flying upstairs he'd packed his things and left. That was the last time Helen had seen him, as he went upstairs she walked out of the house. After going to her friends she returned late in the evening, to find her mother curled up on the sofa crying her eyes out. Though she never blamed her, Ruth was always a little less forthcoming with Helen, nothing nasty or shrewish, just perhaps not so affectionate. They got on with their lives and neither disturbed the other. Four years later, as she finished her degree course, Helen met Hunter and the world changed again.
Hunter was a nice steady guy, who treated her like a precious gift, always ready to support and help her. She in turn discovered that she enjoyed sex, and Hunter was the key that opened that box. Once the genie was out the fun began, and oh! what fun they had had.
They had sex everywhere they could, endlessly, sometimes nearly getting caught in some pretty interesting places. They had sex in lifts, aircraft, boats, telephone boxes, by the stage door of a well known London Theatre. they'd coupled in a library, a Ladies toilet in a Parisian store. She remembered the time they had nearly been caught in the barely lit cellar of a German Berg. They had oral sex several times in cable cars in Switzerland, nearly got caught peeing together into the Grand Canyon on an American holiday, naked after hot sweaty sex. They made love in the sea off the island of Menorca, Spain, chest high in the water as people swam and played around them. Helen reddened as she thought back to those early years with Hunter.
During their evening meal that night, Helen told him what she had been thinking and that she had made a decision.
"Hunt, I'm going to try and find Garth, find him and apologise for being such a bitch, I might have to go abroad, are you okay with this?"
"Sure Hel of course I am, do you have any clue where he might be?"
"No but Mum might have had contact with him, I'll start there. I'll phone her tomorrow."
After a sleepless night Helen decided to visit her mother instead of phoning. She showered and dressed. She chose a white blouse with ruffled sleeves and neck and a shortish skirt in a dark blue colour. Matching the jacket, handbag and shoes, she felt ready to face the world. Driving carefully across the city she pulled up outside her family home, memories flooding back. The neat lawn, was now kept tidy by professional gardeners as was the small bed of low growing flowers. The door was new, she and Hunter had decided that a proper sealed unit of u-PVC and glass was needed. That and a deadlock and security chain, because one couldn't be too careful.
Ringing the bell she let herself in, shouting a greeting to her mother. She heard shuffling and a teacup put down a bit too heavily, followed a by a deep voice uttering a curse. She rushed into the lounge where her mother was seated in her usual chair. Standing opposite was a figure she sort of recognised.
"Garth!"
"Hi Hel, how're doing, how's Hunter?"
Garth was a little over six feet tall, with deep set brown eyes. He was well dressed and clean shaven, probably carrying a few pounds more than he should. His face had laughter lines around his eyes, but his skin was healthy and tanned. He held a big strong hand out and touched her arm. Helen felt her eyes well up and she gasped and threw herself at him.
"Oh God Garth I've missed you so much."
