Dear readers. This story came about as the result of an e-mail from a reader of a previous story. In he told of an incident whereby he and his sister had ended up in a motel room after an incident with their mother and a nursing home.
So anyhow both having minimal extra clothes due to the rush of getting there slept naked but in separate beds. Somehow during the night they ended up together naked in the same bed with the inevitable result.
Somehow his story became this story. I have since lost his e-mail but I do thank him for the start.
PS-Sorry guys-No oversized dickeys or boobs-No ANAL - No abuse or cruelty.
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I'm Ken and my sister is named Bonnie. Our mom died some years ago. Dad just last year. About a month after he died my sister Bonnie and I each took a week off in order to get dad's house emptied out and ready to sell.
Bonnie was 41 and the mother of two college students. She was at that time freshly divorced. I on the other hand was a veteran among divorced people having been divorced for almost twenty of my 45 years. I have one son. At the time of this story he was a newly commissioned Air Force pilot.
The house in question was a typical two story four bedroom colonial. After mom died dad did some alterations. He turned the dining room into a bedroom, enlarged the 1/2 bath by adding a large shower stall and lived on the first floor.
Since he had several minor but chronic health problems this was a perfect arrangement for him.
When growing up Bonnie and I had adjoining bedrooms. We shared a bath which was across the hall.
I acquired a small but busy airport and I also owned an airplane called a King Air which I used for charter work. In both operations I had very capable assistants and thus could pretty much name my own hours.
Bonnie was an inventor and had several popular devices on the market. She, like me pretty much named her own hours.
Since we both lived within an hour's drive we managed to arrive as planned at about 8:00 AM. It was a Tuesday in early June and the weather was perfect for what we needed to do.
First we toured the house opening closets and drawers and had some discussion as to what to do with those particular contents. We didn't bother with our own rooms as we felt that they were our own private responsibility.
The general plan was to reduce the bulk as quickly as possible. Giving away or tossing everything of little or no value. Meanwhile calling relatives to offer them things that they might be interested in.
As we looked around after making that plan we could see that it took care of about 80% of the stuff in the house. Bonnie called various family and friends inviting them to come Saturday morning and pick over the stuff. There were from a dollar standpoint several treasures but which neither my sister or I found interesting enough to take.
As Sis made the calls I went to the local hardware center and found some heavy duty yard bags and also devices for holding them open and easy to fill. I stopped for sandwiches and cold drinks buying both soda and beer. I arrived home just as Bonnie was finishing her calls.
Bonnie was talking I happened to notice her extended nipples through the thin white T shirt she was wearing. Suddenly I was half erect and surprised at my reaction. In my teen age years I had at various times lusted over her. As a grown up I had long since laid those feeling to rest. At least I thought that I had.
As I continued to listen to her conversation I took time to look for bra outlines and quickly determined that there were none. I now reverted to my teen mentality. I was determined to find out if she were wearing panties. I also wondered if the lack of bra was for my benefit or not. Most likely not. Of that I was sure.
She finished the phone call and we spent a few minutes drawing up a plan of attack. We decided that maybe we would clear our own unwanted junk from our own rooms first. That would save us room to store whatever we intended to claim from the rest of the house.
As we walked up the stairs Bonnie was in front of me and I caught a glimpse of something red and filmy under her shorts. So anyhow that question was answered. As we separated to go to our respective rooms I couldn't help myself and I swatted her butt as I had done many times during our teens.
In those times it usually brought a howl to our parents. This time she rubbed her behind and surprised me by saying.
"Thanks. Now I know that you still love me."
I guess that I showed my puzzlement so she continued.
"Believe it or not I always took that as a sign that all was well between us. If you were actually mad at me for some reason you never did that. Did you know that?"
"No. It was just something I did to tease my sister. Something between us. It really was a sign of affection now that I think about it." Then remembering my excitement of a few minutes before I added.
"Nowadays I'd rather pet it than spank it."
"Nowadays I just might let you. Brother dear. Now let's get to work before we say something dumb."
"God. These posters are awful." I heard Bonnie say. "I can't believe that I had to have them."
As I stood in the middle of my room trying to decide where to start I heard the sound of paper tearing. I knew that Bonnie was ripping the posters from the wall and tearing them into pieces. I had just opened my closet doors to begin cleaning it when I heard Bonnie shout.
"Ken! You pervert! Get your ass in here and explain this." I suddenly remembered how I had once very carefully drilled a hole through the paneling into her room. The hope was to see her undressed. That same day she had pinned up the huge women's rights poster which covered the newly drilled hole.
Time to pay the piper. I went to her room and was not surprised to seen Bonnie with her hands on her hips in a menacing pose. The pose wasn't too effective however since she couldn't keep the grin off her face.
"I just found your spy hole. Did you enjoy the show?"
"Not really." I answered laughing at the memory. "You put that poster up about two hours after I finished drilling the hole. Ruined my whole week."
"Sorry. If I had known I would have left it. After all, fair is fair." It took a while for the significance of her remark to sink in."
"You mean that you were spying on me?" I asked.
"Come here. Bonnie said. With that she pushed the clothes in her closet aside and showed me a neatly drilled hole.
"I didn't have any better luck than you. Every time I would sneak around and rearrange your closet so that I could see. Something new would end up blocking it or your door would be closed."
"You never saw me naked then?" I asked.
