I'd unlocked the cottage and started to unpack the groceries that Mum and Dad had arranged to be delivered and also the things I had been told to pick up when my 22-year-old, younger sister arrived. She had a load of groceries as well. Mum is very organised like that, so as well as the things she had got the rental agency to supply, she had instructed me and Chrissy what she wanted us to bring as extras, mostly fresh stuff like milk, fruit and veg and meat.
Like most modern families ours had gone through a mini-diaspora and we were now scattered all over England, mum and dad were still in Manchester, I was in London and Chrissy had stayed near Newcastle after finishing university. We also had another much older brother, Allan who is in Australia.
As we hadn't seen a lot of each other as a family, which really upset mum as we have always been close-knit, she had arranged for a five-day mini break at what appeared at first sighting to be a lovely cottage down in Cornwall.
As Chrissy came into the room in her usual hurricane manner, I went over to her, gave her a big hug and kiss on the cheek, saying, "Hi Chrissy, long time no see." As I stepped away from her I admired her figure before venturing, "You're looking good, as always, very sexy," and she was.
Chrissy stands five feet seven inches in bare feet, with a trim and athletic figure, not skinny, but toned and fit at 34B-22-32, with long chestnut hair, hazel eyes, a small button nose, full luscious lips that even without makeup are always red and inevitably spread in a huge grin. So, all in all, a very nice sister to have, especially when combined with her fun and bubbly personality.
"Hi Matt, and thanks for the compliment, smooth and tasteful as ever," she teased me, "not looking bad yourself, for an old man. Mum and dad not here yet?"
"No, just us two at the moment, best get things organised, you know what mum's like. I don't think they can be far away. And less of the old man, you cheeky little brat." Chrissy and I have always got on, being much closer in age than me and Allan. We always tease each other and I have always called her "brat" and she started calling me "old man" when I was fifteen to her twelve.
We've got most of the things tidied away when my phone rings, answering it I see it's mum, "Hi mum, ringing to tell us to get a brew on are you," I greet her. There's a short silence before mum answers, shock instantly recognisable in her voice, "No." I can tell she's upset so say, "Hang on, let me put you on speaker so Chrissy can hear.
"Matt, Chrissy, there's been a bit of an accident. Now don't interrupt," she shouts stopping both me and Chrissie's questions in our tracks, "it's ok, were not hurt, but the car is and your dads a bit shook up. We can't get down there tonight and maybe not tomorrow."
"What happened? Are you sure you're both ok?" come from us to mum.
"Yes we're fine, a car skidded in front of us and a couple of others ploughed into that, your dad managed to avoid most of the pile-up but ended up going into the Armco. Dad's fine, just a bit shaken, and a few bruises, same with me, but the car's a total wreck, that's why we won't be down today."
"Mum, we'll come up to you," Chrissy blurts out, followed by a quick agreement from me.
"NO. Stay there, have some time together, catch up with each other, it's been ages since you two have been together, the cottage is paid for, have some fun. Me and dad will join you in a day or two when we have a car sorted." With that mum hung up, always practical and not to be argued with.
I could see the shock on Chrissies face as she looked at me as I said, "Looks like just us two for now then brat." I had to call her brat to break her out of her shock. After a while she nodded and said, "What are we going to do?" practical and resilient like mum, that is why I love her so much.
"A walk along the shore, get some air, and into the village to get our bearings, then we cook a meal. It's ages since we've cooked together, it will be fun." A brief smile crosses her face as she says, "OK, but what are we cooking?"
"Decide as we walk, maybe some sea-food if there's anything fresh in the village," I say. Mum has always insisted that all three of her kids have had good domestic skills to prepare us to live on our own, and both me and Chrissy are very good cooks, at times competing with the other to see who could cook better, I'm sure it was a ruse by mum to get out of cooking for us, but remembering the mess we used to make in the kitchen I doubt it.
After our walk which we took arm in arm Chrissy snuggling up to me for comfort, a feeling I had to admit made me happy and more than a little bit aroused, we got back to the cottage, had a shower and got down to cooking.
Chrissy had on a loose fitting dress, mid-thigh and low cut, hair loosely tied up at the back. I'd slipped into shorts and a T-shirt. We put some good sixties and seventies rock on the stereo as we cooked and chatted. Another thing mum and dad introduced us to was music in all its forms.
Our conversation was casual and relaxed as we prepared the meal sharing a bottle of wine as we cooked, we then opened and finished another with the food. After the meal, we moved into the sitting area from the kitchen and continued talking, but this time getting more in-depth and personal, delving into each other's lives. But totally relaxed and at ease in each others company, sharing every intimacy.
We were on a sofa together, Chrissy again snuggling close to me, she looked great especially as her skirt had ridden high on her legs and I was getting a great view of them, and also had the chance to get a peek down her top. I knew I shouldn't be looking at my sister like that, but I had always had a bit of a thing for her but had kept it hidden. I'm not sure if Chrissy felt the same, but she did have a habit of getting close to me whenever she could.
By this time we were on our third bottle of wine and conversation had got even more personal and intimate when Chrissy asked me, "Matt, what fantasies do you have?"
"You mean apart from winning the lottery?" I joked.
"Yes, idiot, you know, what sexual fantasies, any dark and secret desires I should know of, or keep away from?"
"No, not telling, fantasies are that, and for the person, they belong to, not for sharing."
"You must have some from your answer, go on tell me, and I'll tell you mine and it's so far out there it will blow your mind, you'll never guess it."
"Chrissy, mine is much more out there than yours is, I'm not telling you."
Now Chrissy and I have never had any secrets and confided in each other about our early love lives and frustrations, we've comforted each other at the end of affairs, all through our teens.
"Ok, then I'll go first if you're scared. Rape."
"What?"
"Rape, that's my fantasy, being raped," Chrissy blurts out, now I'm shocked.
"That's disgusting, terrible, how can you fantasise about being raped," I nearly shout at her, shocked beyond belief.
