Mark was surprised when he got the text asking if his oldest sister, Gina, could stay with him and Jenn for the weekend. They had spent a long weekend together a month earlier with their parents, other three sisters, and many of the sisters' children. These occasional, informal family reunions, along with Thanksgiving and Christmas, were usually the only times they spent together during the year.
He and Gina had been close when they were younger, much closer than with the other sisters. They stood up for each other during disagreements, partied together, and even occasionally dated each others friends. She married while he was away at college, bought a house, had kids, and seemed to be living the perfect life. Mark graduated college, started working at the family business, met Jenn, and started his life near the rest of the family.
But the economy eventually wreaked havoc on their business, and as they pursued other opportunities they drifted apart. They lived on opposite sides of town and only saw each other during holidays. They both spent the next many years raising their families and doing the things that make adulting so tedious.
After many years of apparent bliss the family realized that Stan, Gina's husband, bounced from one get-rich-quick scheme to another, usually owing money to many people and burning every bridge. Gina spent all her energy trying to keep the family from knowing how bad things were. She gained weight and could no longer afford to take care of herself, so when the photos of Stan and his man-friend showed up in the mail she had few options.
Andy, her second husband, was a hasty, desperate decision. He was comfortable - not rich - and the security he offered her in a time of need was more important than the physical traits she had gotten used to in the boyfriends of her youth. But he was older than her and not in the best of health.
After a couple of years with Andy and not worrying about every financial decision Gina started coming out of her frumpy stage and finding the grown-up version of the head-turner she had been in her younger days. When she and Andy showed up for family events, they looked awkward together - he was tall, plain, and frail while she was short, curvy, and vivacious. But the difference in their ages caught up to Andy, and his health deteriorated quickly while Gina became more of a nurse than a wife.
The impromptu reunion was put together when Mark and Gina's parents decided to sell their grandparents home - a small but historical house that had been the site of many family events when they were kids. This would be their last chance to explore the dark corners of it's basement, marvel at the eccentricities of nineteenth century construction, and say goodbye to all the memories.
The family was too large to fit in the house so Mom and Dad stayed there while Mark, Gina, and the rest of the younger generations rented a larger lake home a few miles away. Their days were spent packing up memories and making repairs while making sure the newest generations knew why the old house was so important to the older generation. The nights were crazy but exciting - a long weekend of frantic family working, playing, laughing, and story-telling. Every bed, couch, and air mattress was full, suit cases were stacked on every table, and the two bathrooms had long waiting lines. People had to pause to let others pass by before they themselves could take a step, but no one griped and everyone amazingly got along.
Each evening after the table was cleared, beer, wine, and stories were shared as grandma, grandpa, mom, dad, and the memory of their youth were all celebrated. Members of the younger generation reveled in the stories the older generation had shared dozens of times, learning the little nuances that made each one funny and trying to silently separate fact from fiction.
This was the first time in years Mark and Gina had spent time together that didn't involve holidays and all the baggage that came with them. Mark's wife, Jenn, and the twins couldn't attend because of a college tour, and Gina's husband, Andy, had health issues that kept him confined to home most of the time. As a result, Mark and Gina were the only ones at the reunion not keeping up with spouses or children. They had more time to spend together, and they talked, and laughed, and got along better than they had in many years. There was even some semblance of the earlier days growing up when they were closer.
Sunday night all other family members had caught flights to head to various destinations and return to their normal lives, spouses, children, and jobs. Mark and Gina's flights weren't until Monday so they had one extra night to get reacquainted. They had one last swim off the dock as the sun set and Mark couldn't help but notice how well Gina's hot-mom-bod filled out her swim suit. He was pretty sure she caught him admiring her curves more than once, and when they went in for the last time she spent the rest of that evening wearing only a t-shirt and shorts that barely covering those curves. She made many trips to the fridge for more beer for each of them, and he was pretty sure she caught him looking then as well.
Later Gina took her evening shower, and when she walked through the den in only a towel Mark was pretty sure she was teasing him.
"Damn, Gina - shouldn't you put some clothes on?" he jokingly asked while privately wishing the towel would pop open and fall to the floor fully exposing her. He had fantasized about seeing her naked since the days she bounced around their childhood home wearing tiny pajamas.
"Aw, Bubs," she replied using her pet name for him from their younger days. "We used to take baths together so didn't think you'd care."
"We were little kids and you didn't have curves..." he stammered thinking about the rest of his reply "...or boobs!"
Gina smiled at his reply. It was the first time in forever that she could remember someone noticing her, and she loved the attention.
"These old things?" she said as she pushed her biceps into her chest to push out and accentuate her boobs. She walked to Mark and handed him a beer and then headed up the stairs to her room.
"Sorry," she added as her shoulders disappeared into the second level of the house. "Didn't mean to make you horny!" she added as released the knot holding the towel closed.
Mark couldn't take his eyes off her going up the stairs and saw the towel coming free as she disappeared into the upper level. Unfortunately, she timed it where he could tell what she was doing but couldn't see the result. He was left totally unsatisfied and with not even a good reply to her taunt.
"I'm..." he stammered not sure what to say. "...not... uh... horny!"
He didn't sound the least bit convincing as he grabbed a nearby throw pillow he used to cover his erection while sipping his beer.
Gina walked naked the last few steps to her room exhilarated by how the air felt on her naked body. She walked purposely slow to enjoy the feeling, but to also see if her tease would entice Mark to follow her up the stairs. She wasn't sure what she would do if he did follow, but she caught him looking at her many times that day and enjoyed knowing she again had that effect on someone. She had been with a man in over eight years and was desperate for someone, even her brother, to touch her.
She pushed the door mostly closed but open enough that someone could look in if they walked by. She very slowly finished drying off then found panties and a t-shirt that were cute but not slutty. She had a few sips of her beer and purposely waited to get dressed. When she was pretty sure he hadn't taken the bait she went back down stairs.
Mark was relieved when Gina came back down a few minutes later. He liked the teasing nature of her comment and wasn't ready for the night to end. She opened the fridge and grabbed 2 more beers. There was no towel, but as she brought him another beer he could tell there was only panties and t-shirt, the same outfit he lusted after so many years ago.
That night they stayed up later than either had stayed in many years, and he relished every chance he got to see her swing her curvy, round bottom when she walked in front of him. They laughed, they reminisced, and they even dabbled in sexual talk as stories of them finding out their kids were sexually active evolved into stories of their own youthful exploits.
Gina was a very willing participant. She laughed, made great eye contact, told revealing, sexy stories, and made many trips to the refrigerator to get them drinks. It was as fun and easy a conversation as Mark had in many years with a woman not named Jenn. He thought many times that if this was a club back in the day he would be ready to seal the deal and would be minutes away from carnal bliss. But this was not a club and Gina was his sister, not a potential conquest.
Still, at one point he was so comfortable and just buzzed enough that he considered telling her about all the times years ago that she teased him running around barely clothed. And how he usually snuck off to a private place, closed his eyes, and imagined her taking off the flimsy t-shirt and panties - the only thing covering her nakedness from his lustful gaze - but he chickened out.
Gina enjoyed the night as much as any in recent memory. It was relaxing to laugh, enjoy conversation, have a few guilt-free drinks, and be 99% sure the other person was enjoying looking at her. She was the perfect hostess and never once made Mark get up from the big, comfortable chair. She walked in front of him often and always smiled when she busted him checking her out. She engaged in plenty of sexual discussions, and even occasionally helped her t-shirt ride a little higher to expose a little more skin. She wasn't sure what she wanted him to do, but she knew she had enough to drink that she was up for anything. But after a few hours she was horny and needed some relief. Maybe an intimate romp with his sister was too taboo for him.
