Comforting My Sister Pt 03
PREFACE
I have returned to this story after a break from writing.
You may get a better understanding of the premise if you first read, or re-read Parts 1 & 2.
I awoke to the sound of a kookaburra's raucous morning call filling the warm morning air. The sun was streaming through the open window and its rays fell on Cathy's sleeping body lying next to me. The events of yesterday came flooding back and a sense of joy enveloped me, in the knowledge that my sister and I had connected on a level that I had never experienced before. Our love had always been the core of our relationship, but the intimacy that we allowed between us propelled it to another plane, where it could be said we had become as one.
I gently touched her shoulder and instinctively, she rolled on her side, her back to me. Not unusually, I had woken up with a raging hard on. I lay on my side and moved up and our bodies touched. My hard cock pushed against her arse, causing her to instinctively thrust back against it. Cathy was rousing from her sleep as I placed my free arm around her waist and cupped her left breast.
"Mmmmm, good morning Greg, that is a nice way to wake up," Cathy said softly.
My cock was now sliding gently along her labia, the warmth of her flesh against it was exhilarating. Slowly, I rubbed back and forth, noticing with each pass that her juices were lightly flowing, lubricating my raging hard on. I pushed Cathy's top leg forward and this presented her gorgeous pussy to me. Easily, the head of my cock slipped into her waiting cunt and inch by inch, I lovingly filled it. I settled into a smooth, rhythmic stroke, feeling Cathy contracting her vaginal muscles gripping, my probing erection.
It was hard to describe the pleasure and deep satisfaction that I was experiencing, making love to my darling sister. The feeling surpassed any that I had with any previous girlfriend. Thoughts rushed through my head, of the life that we had undergone together, the closeness of our family, the love that had existed between us, a pure love that we were now expressing physically.
I was close to cumming. I kept my tempo the same. I wanted to release my seed gently, not forcefully into my sister. I wanted it to be an act of love, not a brutal and passionless discharge of my sperm. My balls tingled and my body tightened as I came; Cathy moaned softly, pushing back against me, her pussy contracting violently as she experienced her own orgasm.
I held her tightly. I wanted my cock to stay inside her for as long as possible. We lay entwined as my hard on softened, warmed by her juices.
"I love you Cathy," I whispered in her ear.
"Oh, Greg, I love you too. What did I do to deserve a brother like you," Cathy gushed in reply.
I said nothing, just held her gently. We lay motionless for some time, relishing the moment.
"OK, breakfast time," Cathy eventually declared as she rolled away from me and out of the bed.
I followed her into the kitchen and headed to the coffee machine and made us each a cappuccino. Cathy prepared a bowl of cereal for each of us and we sat down at the kitchen table.
"Cathy, I was thinking about your nudist friends. You mentioned that they stopped coming over. That seems such a shame, what do you think was behind it?" I enquired.
Cathy did not respond immediately, clearly choosing her words carefully.
"Well, you know that things between us changed when Colin died," Cathy declared. "We enjoyed their company. They were fun and it was great to spend time with people who loved being nude as much as we did. They shared the same sense of living in the moment that we did. Greg, I hope you won't judge me, but we played sexually together. There was no jealousy, just the uncomplicated pleasure of physical contact, enjoying sex in its simplest form."
Cathy looked up apprehensively, catching my eye, looking for my reaction.
Of course, I was not about to judge her.
"Cathy, I say good for you, why not enjoy a physical relationship with people that you get on well with. If it was something that gave you all pleasure, well go for it. Hasn't that been how our family has always been. We never worried about the social mores. We embraced nudism and considered it perfectly normal, when others might think it unnatural. We lived our lives on our terms. I think enjoying that closeness with your friends is totally acceptable."
"Oh, thank you darling Greg; I thought that you would understand. But it wasn't the same after Colin died. I got that. Jenny was probably the one who initiated the sexual aspect of our friendship, and it just wasn't the same without her getting cock when we met up. Phil, also I think, felt that little bit guilty that he was getting to fuck me while Jenny had to be on the sideline somewhat. I think it just got too hard and things just fizzled out. I do miss them," Cathy explained.
"Why not get in touch with them while I am here. Tell them that your brother is here and that he is a keen nudist and he would like to meet up," I suggested, thinking that it would be an opportunity for Cathy to perhaps renew the friendship.
"You know, Greg, I would like that. I'm sure that you would like them and it would be good to catch up again, even if nothing permanent comes of it," Cathy reasoned.
So it was decided; Cathy gave Jenny a call and they were thrilled to hear from her and as it was Saturday the next day, they arranged to come over. I headed into town to pick up some food and drink while Cathy tidied the house up. I was feeling just a little apprehensive about how things would go tomorrow, considering the sexual aspect of their past encounters, but decided to let things take a natural course.
Saturday dawned a hot, sunny day, perfect for the bbq that we had planned. There was shade on the verandah and if the mood took us, we could all head down to the dam for a swim.
Around noon, the sound of a vehicle travelling up the track to the homestead alerted us to the arrival of our guests.
Cathy and I decided that we would be dressed when we greeted them and naturally offer to get naked after they had settled in.
The 4X4 Ford Ranger that Phil was driving pulled up in a cloud of dust. Jenny was the first to get out of the car. She was about average height, with shoulder length blond hair. She was wearing a white sundress that complimented her slender frame. Cathy had not told me how old her friends were, but I would guess that Jenny might be early 30s. Phil then exited the car. He was smartly dressed in a t shirt and shorts. He was tallish, about 6 foot, around the same height as myself. He had a muscular build, no doubt honed from his life as a diary farmer; definitely ruggedly handsome, complimented by a ready smile, that suggested a friendly nature.
"Jenny! Phil!" Cathy cried as she ran to meet them, enveloping them in a group embrace. "It's so good to see you again. Come and meet my brother Greg," she ordered, as she took them by the hand and walked to the verandah where I stood waiting.
"Nice to meet you Greg," Jenny declared as she lightly hugged me and planted a soft kiss on my cheek.
"Hello Greg," Phil said, offering me his hand to shake, and unsurprisingly, it was a firm, strong shake as you might expect from a man who worked on the land.
"Nice to meet you both," I replied, "Cathy has told me all about you.'
"Oh oh! We are in trouble now!" Phil joked, casting a sideways glance to Jenny.
"Only good," I reassured him, "Cathy said you had great times together and I'm sure today will be no different."
"Come inside," Cathy offered and led the way into the cool atmosphere of the homestead. Phil carried a cooler bag, no doubt containing a few beers and possibly a bottle of white wine which I was told was Jenny's preferred drink.
"Can we make ourselves comfortable?" Jenny asked, tugging at the bodice of her sun dress.
"Of course," Cathy replied, "too hot today for any clothes. Nude up and we will all have a drink."
Getting naked was quick and easy. Both Jenny and Cathy were wearing sundresses without any underwear while both Phil and myself were wearing t shirts and shorts, also without the need of any underwear. In seconds, we stood naked in front of each other.
Jenny was as golden brown as Cathy, indicating that indeed she did follow the nudist lifestyle. Phil, less so; arms and legs tanned from work in the outdoors, but the need for protective clothing meant that his torso perhaps only saw the sunlight on the occasions that work was done. His flaccid penis looked impressive enough, his pubic hair neatly trimmed. Jenny adopted the popular bare look.
'Would you care for a beer, Greg?" Phil enquired, reaching into his cooler bag.
"Is the Pope a Catholic," I replied instinctively, coping the inevitable look of resignation from Cathy.
With a beer each and a glass of white for the girls, we sat and chatted amiably, myself listening mostly, as the others caught up on what had happened since they last met.