This is the prequel to 'Shearing a text with my sister.' (that funnily enough does not mention texting, much to the disgust of a few of the readers) The stories events are based on fact as I remember them.
The best nights sex I ever had was with my sister back in 1998, I was in my early 30's and my sister in her mid 30's. This happened almost 3 years before I first went to Manila. I had moved out of my flat a few months earlier and into my own house. At this time I had been single and sexless for about 18 months, my sister's first marriage of 11 years had just broken up a few months earlier. We hadn't seen each other for about 10 months so I arranged to catch up with her one afternoon after a helicopter flying lesson. I would never have imagined my sister and her husband splitting up. It was a surprise for a lot of people.
We talked about her marriage and she said her husband had been cheating on her with several different women for at least the previous 6 years that she knew of but suspected it may even have been longer. She decided enough was enough and finally pulled the plug as she concluded he was never going to change. It was largely an unpleasant and sexless marriage for her anyway she said. Looking at where she is today it was the best move she ever made.
After a couple of hours of talking and drinking tea I had to shoot away but we arranged for her to come around for tea on Wednesday night after work.
She came around knocked at the door about 6.30pm on Wednesday. I opened the door and the first thing she did was hand me a bottle of sparkling wine and gave me a kiss on the check. Good start I thought. She was quite nice looking with light colored hair and gave the impression that she looked after her body quite well. In reality though a bit like me, she was one of those people who always seemed to be slim but never needed to be concerned about what she ate or how much. I think we had both inherited our mother's genes on this one. My sister was 3 inches shorter than I was and 3 years older.
We drank the wine and ate the meal that I had cooked, had a beer each and got a lot more talking out of our system, we decided to meet up again on Saturday night.
Saturday came and she turned up at my place about 6pm. We went out for a meal, discussing each other's relationships, previous girlfriends - boyfriends and sex lives, or lack of.
Afterwards we went to a bar that had a live band playing. Because of the loud volume of the music, we couldn't really talk like we wanted to, by about 10.30pm we were driving to a quieter bar. We were getting along like a house on fire so I asked her if she wanted to crash at my place for the night instead, she said she would like that, I diverted the car back to my place.
I only had one queen size bed at my place but the way my sister and I were bought up we had always been fairly comfortable sleeping in the same bed together, being nude around each other at an earlier age used to be a natural everyday event, though nothing like that had happened between us after she got married at 24.
When we got back home, I put the bedroom heater on, brushed my teeth then went into the bedroom, she was standing next to the bed and had removed her shoes. I think we were both about 50/50 of what we thought may happen but this is how it played out. While it may have been the first time in over 12 years it wasn't the first time we had played around together. It was by no means the last either.
I removed my shoes, and testing the water so to speak, I suggested we undress each other one item at a time. She was quite agreeable to that and she decided to go first so removed my sweater. 'No point in saving the best bit till last' I thought so I decided to go in for the kill and her jeans were a good target, much too her surprise, I unbuttoned and unzipped them and took them down. She didn't protest about it but while a bit surprised was happy to step out of them. I thought she was going to follow suit with me but she didn't, with her turn she carried on and removed my winter shirt.
Hmmm, now this was a hard decision I hopped on my knees in front of her, admiring her pubis and camel toe outline through her undies, I pulled back the top of her knickers and looked down into her bush uuumming and aaarring. She didn't say anything, just kept standing there smiling and looking down at me. I put my nose hard into the font of her knickers to smell her vulva through them, shaking my head sideways rubbing my nose over her clit. She giggled and called me a naughty boy.
So I pulled back the front of the leg band and peeped inside where I could get a good side view of her vulva. Other than being a bit hairier than it was many years ago as I remember, it hadn't really changed that much. She still didn't protest, just smiling so I put my fingers on the inside of each waist band and quite fast lowered them to just below her knees. Her pussy was gorgeous and this was the first time I had seen it full frontal in over a decade. I remembered her bush was much tidier and smaller as well back then.
I held onto her knickers just above her knees so she had to lift and open her left leg to step out of them, giving me a fantastic view of her inner labia and clit. My previous girlfriend had very large protruding labia but my sister's ones were not that big, the inner lips staying well inside her outer lips. They were nice and tidy with a bit of an overgrown bush. I commented that she could do with a trim.
Other than going to a couple of strip shows with friends during the year, this was the first live pussy I has seen in almost 18 months. I gave it a kiss in appreciation and slid my tongue up over her clit making her giggle.
Her next move was my tee shirt that I wearing under my shirt because of the cold weather we were getting. I was hoping she would have gotten my trousers so my cock could get some relief. It was straining sideways in my underwear and getting a bit uncomfortable, desperately trying to get out of its cramped quarters.
My turn again and I took off her sweater. She still had a blouse and bra on underneath.
So here she was standing in front of me with socks still on and a top but naked in between. She undid my trousers and lowered them so I could stand out of them, not taking her eyes off the outline of my sideways growing cock still trapped in my underpants. As I took my second leg out of my trousers my cock decided it had had enough and moved up vertical so its head was poking out the top of my underwear. We both had a bit of a giggle about it.
I unbuttoned her blouse and removed it looking at a nice b cup bra she had on. Next she knelt down and got me to raise a leg so she could remove my sock, the head of my cock inches away and at her eye level.
I got her to turn around and unclipped her bra, releasing her boobs. They were gorgeous and still well supported and shaped for her age at mid 30's. From behind I put my hands on them massaging them in a circular motion and lightly doing her medium size nipples making them quite hard pressing my vertical standing cock up against the small of her back. She moved her head back and rubbed it up against my cheek.
Her turn again and she turned around and pulled back the top of my underwear and looked down into it. Gave the head of my cock a quick kiss, then her hands went down to my other sock, I lifted my leg so she could remove it while she was bent over still smiling and staring at my fully grown cock head.
I knelt down and removed her left foot sock, marvelling at the view of her clit and smaller inner lips as she lifted and opened her leg to step out of it.
She got on her knees again turned around to face me and slowly lowered my underwear finally releasing the pressure my stiff as a board cock. It was much more comfortable after she did that being free and pointing up towards the roof. She wanted me to shake my hips so she could watch my hard on swing from side to side.
She pulled the foreskin back on my cock as if inspecting it and said she had forgotten what it looked like after being married to a cut guy for the best part of 12 years. She said uncut ones were so much prettier and more fun to play with. She then pulled it down almost horizontal and let it go hearing it slap against my tummy laughing as she repeated that a few times. She declared herself as the winner since she still had a sock on and I was nude. I insisted that she had to keep it on and wear it for the rest of the night. I would have done the opposite if she still had her bra on.