Cody and Daisy
Keeping it in the family
It's the little things I miss. The feel of a woman's hand on my arm, her nails on my back. The feel of her ass in my hand. My wife passed away three years ago, barely into her 30s. I just can't bring myself to look at another woman. She was my friend, my lover, my soulmate. Cancer sucks.
I wandered around in a haze the first year. The second year was only slightly better. My divorced and single friends kept encouraging me to go to the bar with them, I even tried a couple of times, but the singles scene just wasn't my thing. A couple of women I ran across at work also tried to get me to go out, but my heart wasn't in it. Nobody could ever be what my wife had been to me.
By the third year I was lonely, but not lonely enough to do anything about it. When my sister called to announce she had been accepted into a graduate program in my city, I was happy. Daisy was nine years younger than me, so when I was in high school she was just starting school. We never really knew each other growing up and I moved away after high school, got a job, got married. She grew up without me. Oh, we saw each other a couple of times a year, but we were never what you would call close.
Nobody would guess we are siblings, we don't look anything alike. I am sturdy and dark haired, she is blonde and lithe. She is a dancer, an athlete, a scholar. All of that talent seems to have missed me. Oh, I am no dummy, but I'm not grad school material.
She pulled up around midnight Saturday night. Her car was packed to the gills with boxes and clothes.
Daisy stepped out of the car and stretched. "Hey, Cody, it's good to see you, brother," Daisy said as she threw her arms around my neck.
We had a late snack and drank a beer and caught up a little before heading to bed. I had cleared my stuff off the guest room bed to have it ready for Daisy. "You can have the guest room until you find your own place."
"Aww, you're so sweet, Cody."
"No problem. Good night, sis," and I gave her a peck on her forehead.
I stepped across the hall and went through my bedtime routine which mainly consisted of peeing off the deck before I went to bed. (I do my best thinking outdoors with my dick in my hand.) And I crashed.
Sunday morning I wandered out to the kitchen to find Daisy making pancakes. "Hey, sleepyhead," she greeted me.
"Wow, this roommate thing is great!" Daisy's hair was pulled back in a ponytail. She had clearly raided the closet in my spare room and dug out an old shirt of mine to sleep in. It was from my high school wrestling days. I had cut the sleeves off and enlarged the arm holes. This morning I was treated to a great shot of side-boob. My sister's side-boob.
As a red-blooded guy who hadn't seen a boob (side or otherwise) for a couple of years, I got a little aroused at this sight. "That's your sister, you perv," went through my mind as I opened the fridge to get out the juice.
"I borrowed your shirt, hope that's okay. After my shower this morning, I didn't want to put my grungy clothes on again." That's when I realized she hadn't borrowed any shorts from the closet. She was clearly not wearing anything under my shirt. Maybe a thong. There wasn't room for much else under there. She was tiny and the shirt was pretty long on her, but I could see most of her muscular thighs under the shirt.
We shared the Sunday paper over breakfast, looking through the apartments for rent section together. My table was a high-top I had pushed against a corner in my kitchen, so there were only places for two to sit, around the corner from each other. I watched with interest as Daisy clambered into the chair. I got to see her boob again, this time all the way to a pert nipple. It peeked out at me a moment as she jostled her way up into the chair then slid shyly back under her shirt, leaving only a tiny bump in the shirt fabric.
Dear god, this wasn't going to be easy. I couldn't believe how turned on I was. I hadn't felt this way in forever. I shifted uncomfortably in my chair trying to make room for my growing member.
We passed sections of the paper back and forth, both of us enjoying a leisurely breakfast. When Daisy climbed down from her chair to refill her coffee, her shirt caught on the edge of the seat treating me to a great view of a side bun, (if that is a thing). As she walked off, my eyes were drawn to the seat she had just vacated. She left behind a damp pussy kiss on the seat of her chair. I stared in disbelief at the little patch of moisture on the chair seat. She wasn't wearing a thong after all.
Her nipple played hide and seek again as she clambered back into the chair. This time, my gaze fell to her thighs as she sat. I could see a dark shadow between her upper thighs, but no more.
In the want ads, we found a couple likely apartments and Daisy made notes to view them on Monday.
"When is your stuff getting here?"
"I just brought what fit in the car, I thought I would look for a furnished apartment. I am traveling light these days."
"That's pretty light, where is your furniture?"
"I sold it all. It wasn't anything special anyway."
"Oh." This seemed odd, but I didn't pursue the topic as Daisy climbed off the chair again and headed down the hall to get dressed while I tided up the kitchen.
"What shall we do today, then?"
"Until you called, I had planned to watch a <i>Rocky</i> marathon on TV and just hang out.
it's been years since I've seen <i>Rocky</i>."
It was a gloomy wet day so we curled up in the living room furniture and hit play. We ordered pizza, shared some beers and watched Sly at his best.
Along about <i>Rocky III</i> when I lit the fireplace, Daisy moved from the recliner to the couch beside me. By <i>Rocky IV</i> she was under a blanket, dozing on my shoulder. Her golden hair spilled across the blanket. I found myself idly running my fingers through her hair, separating out the strands and enjoying the silky, smooth feel. It was nice to have a woman close to me, even though it was my sister.
"Daisy?" I shook her gently when the movie was over, "did you have a nice nap?"
"Ugh. My brain is fried, I should just go to bed." She stretched and yawned. She had spent the day in my old shirt. I watched her body move under the shirt as she stretched, her nipples poking through the front of the shirt, but it was the exposed skin of her side boob again that about did me in.
"I am headed there myself, good night, Daisy-girl,"
"Good night Cody-toady," she said using the name she called me when she was little. We went to our separate rooms.
I went through my evening ablutions. As I peed off the deck I thought about how nice it was to have Daisy around, someone to talk to again.
Next morning, I called into work and let them know I would be off for a few days. Daisy and I visited about 20 different apartments in different areas of the city over the next few days, but none were very suitable for one reason or another. Daisy and I enjoyed the time in each other's company, finding many things in common, beyond our family to talk about.
Over supper the third evening, I asked: "Why did you choose grad school here, instead of back home where you got your undergrad? Not that I don't enjoy the company."
"Uh, it's a long story, but partially because I wanted to be under Dr. Royce, she is the best in the field. Some other stuff happened at school and it was just time to move on."
"So you left Jim behind? You guys were together since high school."
"Yeah, turns out he wasn't such a nice guy after all."
"What happened?"
