Divorces
When Jenny's husband finally slipped up and exposed his affair she immediately packed her bags and left for a hotel. The following day she met with an attorney and filed for divorce. Knowing she would need a less expensive living arrangement, she called her brother Tom, who was also in the process of divorcing his wife of ten years for the same thing. He invited her to move in with him. This had happened two months earlier.
Tom's house was big enough for both and they quickly adapted to the new arrangement. Other than having separate bedrooms, they shared most everything.
Both were in their early thirties, and until recently had enjoyed active sex lives with their partners. For the first month, the lack of intimacy hadn't really been a problem. Both were feeling it now.
On Friday evening, they were watching TV together on the couch and sharing a bottle of wine. Tom could tell that his sister had something on her mind. She'd been quiet and fidgeting all evening. He paused the show they were watching.
"Something's troubling you," he said.
"I'm fine," she replied.
"Jenny, I was married for ten years. When a woman says 'I'm fine' it's a clear indication she isn't fine. Talk to me."
Jenny chugged the rest of her wine and refilled both of their glasses, then turned to face her brother.
"My lawyer advised me not to date anyone until the divorce is final. I have no desire, at present, to do that anyway," she said.
"Yeah, mine recommended that too."
"Tom, I'm horny," she admitted.
"Welcome to the club," he replied with a chuckle.
Neither spoke for a few minutes. Tom didn't know what else to say, and Jenny needed a few minutes to formulate what to say next.
"I've been thinking about it and may have a solution," she said, then watched him for a response. "This is where you say, 'I'm all ears,'" she advised.
"Oh, sorry. I'm all ears."
"You're a good-looking guy, and if I have to say so myself, I think I'm a fairly attractive woman."
"You're a very attractive woman."
"Thank you," she hesitated a moment before speaking again. "Well, women talk, and over the years, Peggy and I have shared things about our sex lives."
"You and my ex shared your sex lives?" he asked.
"Not everything, but yes, we've talked about things." Tom looked surprised. "Women are more open about things like that than men," she explained.
"Apparently."
Jenny took another large drink of wine.
"I know that you, unlike Joe, are into giving oral. Peggy did it, but it wasn't her favorite thing to do. I, on the other hand, enjoy it."
"Okay."
"Okay, what?" his sister asked.
"Okay, go on with your idea."
"I'm not suggesting we have sex. I'd like to make that clear."
"It was beginning to sound like you were heading in that direction," her brother replied.
"What I'm suggesting...well, crap...I'm suggesting we eat each other. No actual sex, just oral."
She watched him for his response.
"You don't consider that sex?" he asked.
"I suppose that technically it is, but there's no chance of an unwanted pregnancy. No one would know but us. No looking for a hookup. We're already close, so we don't have that awkward phase of getting to know each other. And it's something we both enjoy," his sister told him.
"You seem to have thought this through."
"I have. We both get our needs met without the risk of screwing up our divorces. I know that, legally, it's incest and against the law. Speeding and jaywalking are against the law too, but we've all done it," she said.
"Jenny, how would it affect our relationship? I love you and wouldn't want to screw that up."
"In college, you and I both had friends with benefits. This is nothing more than siblings with limited benefits. Will you at least think about it?" his sister asked.
"I'll think about it," he said then took a drink of his wine. "Okay, take off your pants," he said grinning.
"You asshole. You let me go through this entire talk for nothing?"
"It wasn't for nothing. Do you have any idea what a turn on it is to have your sister try and convince you to let her suck you?"
"I don't have a sister. This is a two-way deal. I expect to have my needs met too."
"I understand that."
"Had you considered this before?" she asked.
"Regularly, since we were teens," he said grinning.
"So, how do we start?" she asked.
"I already told you. Take off your pants."
"I want to shower first. Your bedroom in thirty minutes?" she asked.
"I'll be there."
Jenny refilled their glasses before going to her room.
As she undressed to shower, Jenny thought about what she and her brother were about to do. Even as an untouched, virgin, teen she had fantasized about him being her first. Jenny looked through her clothes and considered sexy lingerie but finally decided on a simple silk nightie with nothing under it.
In the shower, she did a little grooming down below, shaved her pits and legs, then bathed. Julie freshened up her makeup, brushed her teeth, and lotioned her skin before slipping on the nightie. Putting her hair into a ponytail was the last step. Following a once over, in the full-length mirror, she walked barefoot to refill her wine glass.
Julie turned the corner into the kitchen and saw her brother standing there in his black silk boxers refilling his. She set her nearly empty glass next to his. Tom poured hers then turned and handed it to her. She saw the bulge in his boxers as he faced her and smiled.
"You seem to be ready," she said.
"I've been ready for this for fifteen years," he said seriously.
"I have too. Are you as nervous as I am?"
"Nervous, no. I feel more like a kid on Christmas morning knowing that in a little bit I get to see what Santa brought," her brother replied.
"Should I go put on a ribbon?"
"Not much point in that. You know what happens with ribbons and wrapping paper."
"Don't tear my nightie. This is one of my favorites," she said smiling.
"I'll be careful," Tom replied taking her hand.
He led her to his bedroom. Julie smiled seeing the bed turned down with candles lit and scattered around the room.
"Very romantic."
Both took a sip of wine then Tom set their glasses on the table. He turned to her and put his hands on her hips then pulled her to him for a kiss.
It wasn't like the usual apprehensive first kiss. This was the kiss of two people who had dreamed of this moment for years but never acted on it. This was pure passion.
Julie stepped back and pulled her nightie off over her head as her brother watched.
"Your turn," she told him.
