It is a great blessing for my family that we all live within two hours of each other. Thanksgiving and Christmas holidays are always celebrated together. Birthdays, 4th of July and even lesser holidays like Presidents' weekend are typically enjoyed as a family. We take turns, rotate houses, bring dishes to pass and always have a great time. Today it was Deirdre's High School graduation with a family and friends party to follow.
Deirdre is the youngest of Stuart's 3 kids. He is my older brother by two years and our other brother, Teddy, falls right in between at age 42. If you're doing the math here yeah, Mom was a busy girl.
Stewart's two older children are out of school and on their own as are my two sons. Teddy on the other hand was a late starter and his two are still in high school and living at home. So when we get together there are 12 of us counting wives. I've been divorced for nearly ten years and really don't even know where the son of a bitch is anymore. Neither do I care. I have my sons and lots of family near by and that's just jake by me.
The graduation was impressive as such things go. There are nearly 400 students in Deirdre's class and the ceremony took over two hours but was kept to a quick pace and the few speeches were funny, cute and inspirational. The class sang a song together, performed it actually with choreography and clever lighting effects. That brought a few tears. The entire event was fun and we were all smiles, clapping and whooping for Deirdre when her name was called. Even the weather cooperated. The commencement was in the school auditorium but the great butterfly release that followed on the football field was something to behold.
We were all back home at Stuart's house by noon and last minute preparations for the party were moving at a fevered pitch. You remember that we get together like this often so no surprise that practiced efficiency was in play. We had tables and chairs set up before we went to the school but there was a cooking fire to be started out back, speakers to set up on the deck, pool towels to be set out and fresh fruit to be cut. We were making great progress and by 1 o'clock Deirdre's friends were arriving, bouncing from one party to the next. Chips and cold drinks were disappearing as fast as we could replenish them and, of course, the sound level was increasing by the minute. It was a joyful noise.
I told Stuart I was sneaking up to my room for a couple of minutes to get some quiet space so I could call the bakery and make sure the cake was on schedule for delivery at 3 pm. I was on hold and pacing around the room when Stuart knocked and poked his head in. I waved him in and told him I was still holding. He smiled, nodded and pushing my suitcase aside, took a seat on the blue padded bench at the foot of the bed. The recorded voice at the bakery told me I was a valued customer and bade me continue to hold as my call was important and would be answered soon.
I had turned from Stuart and was standing at the window, mindlessly staring out as I kept the phone to my ear, awaiting the arrival of a human voice. The crisp white sheers luffed in the spring breeze and the sight of young people scurrying about in the yard below was a spectacle alive with innocence, energy and hope. I smiled broadly, couldn't help myself and I turned to look at Stuart. He was smiling too, beaming really but as I was immediately aware, for a far different reason. He had his dick out, fully erect and was stroking it. My eyes went wide as saucers and a very audible gasp escaped me.
He got up, still smiling and walked toward me. My pulse quickened. Without saying a word he gave me a big hug. I welcomed his embrace and kissed him lightly on the neck, hugging him back, albeit with one arm. He withdrew a few inches, our faces still very close. It had been quite a day so far. We stared and smiled at each other. This was my oldest brother, my treasured confidant for 40 years. He reached up inside my blouse and cupped my breast. I could feel his breath and smell him. Still he stared at me, smiled knowingly and I stared back. I leaned forward and kissed him lightly on the lips. He reached around behind my back and unclasped my bra. We took turns, button by button, undoing my shirt.
He pulled my shirt open and I shrugged one shoulder out before transferring the phone to my other hand. One further shrug, a small assist from Stuart and my blouse and bra fell to the floor at my feet. I looked down at him, my dear, sweet adorable bother, as he began to kiss my breasts.
Backing up, he gently pulled me across the room so he could sit on the bench and more easily enjoy my tits without having to lean over. I could feel the breeze from the window on my back and I rested my free hand on his shoulder. He looked up, his face flushed but beautiful to me. How I loved our intimate times together.
"We can't take too long with this," I said.
"I know Sis," came his whispered reply. He began to suck more greedily, shifting from one breast to the other. My nipples had hardened and were wet with his spittle. The small slurping sounds drifted up to me softly and sweetly, lilting notes in a symphony of soft erotic rhythm. He had retaken his pole and was busy at that work with one hand and the other around me, holding me to his beautiful face. I smoothed his hair and softly stroked his neck and the sides of his face. I blew silent kisses down to him and he winked at me. I was drifting on thoughts of the many times over the years that we had enjoyed such tenderness, such devotion and such pure, unselfish love for each other. It had always been blissful and here again, it was all of that. I loved him so much.
I was beginning to take up a slow easy grind into him when the phone came to life. I had held it to my ear the whole time but frankly had become unconscious of it.
"Thank you for holding. May I help you?" said the busy, busy voice in my ear.
