If only I'd known back then...
I couldn't keep my mind on anything having to do with work that Monday in May last year. Our jobs had brought my younger sister Lisa and myself to Memphis for three days. We hadn't spent any time together except for the usual family holiday chaos in close to eight years. At 28, Lisa was three years my junior and like me, divorced just a little over a year.
Thankfully, both marriages ended, or fizzled, without children or messy court battles. They just faded away. Lisa was still taking more than her share of the blame for her breakup Regardless of the fact that her ex was a real jerk, I couldn't convince her that her best years were still ahead of her, especially because she still had an awesome body and brains to match. I've heard it from all of my guy friends, and some of my lady friends since high school about what a babe she is. I've gotta admit, she's also been a frequent jerk off fantasy for me over the years.
In my imagination, I know every inch of her 5'9" frame. Her hair is light brown, falling just past shoulders and she's kept herself in awesome shape. She's got captivating, big green eyes that draw you into her pretty face. I'd estimate her measurements at 36C-28-34 and around 130 pounds. It's a package I always thought would be perfectly suited to match all of my 6'2", 198 pound self, especially the 7+ inches between my legs that was literally whipped into shape with her as frequent motivation.
So many times I've stroked my cock as we've ravaged each other's bodies in my mind. I'd long since given up trying to figure out why I wanted her. I more or less wrote it off to the pursuit of the unattainable. They say hunger feeds desire. Oh well, every guy loves a great looking woman. I'd also long since put aside any guilt or shame for lusting after this hot little number who also happened to be my sister.
She looked stunning as she turned herself to step out of the cab. As she leaned back to pay the driver, the slit in her mid length skirt fell open almost up to her ass, exposing a garter that held up a sheer black stocking. The sight of her put me into a trance as I felt my pulse quicken. My cock swelled with each beat of my heart. I reached out with my hand to help her out.
Yeah, it looked like all those years of jerking off to my fantasy visions of her were still justified. She was a fucking goddess. The heels she wore brought her almost to eye level with me as she stepped up onto the sidewalk. I didn't even think about her reaction to my boner as we greeted each other with a long, close embrace. Her body felt so good against mine and the way she smelled drove me crazy. As we held each other for what was probably 5 seconds, but felt like eternity frozen in time, she told me it felt great to be held tight by a man she loved again.
I squeezed a little tighter and told her that I was really looking forward to finally spending some quality one on one time with her. She smiled a wicked little smile I hadn't seen before and not so innocently brought her finger to her lip and said, "Ohhhh yeah, I'm counting on that!" The growth in my britches didn't go unnoticed by her. As a matter of fact, she leaned and dug her fingers into my back when my hips pushed my throbbing manhood into her belly as we embraced.
Walking down the steps and into to the restaurant, I felt like I was walking like the Hunchback of Notre Dame. "Come on, slow poke!", Lisa chided as she led the way with me in tow carrying my jacket folded over my arm in front of me to conceal my boner. Thankfully, we were seated right away. I let out a huge sigh of relief as I sat down. Lisa turned to me and asked if I was ok.
"I'm fine," I said. "It just feels good to sit down." Her wicked smile returned and she giggled as her hand slid under the table and rubbed my thigh. I tried not to gasp for air as her fingers brushed my aching cock.
Her hand came to rest, lightly squeezing my thigh as she coyly said, "Tommy, you feel so tense. You need a good massage. Would you like me to give you one when we get to the hotel?" I couldn't believe where the conversation was going. It felt like she was coming on to me.
I smiled back at her and said, "Wow, Lisa, that'd be great. I'd love to have you put your hands on me. I bet you give great massages."
She said, "If I do say so myself, these hands have worked miracles. I've always wondered if they could do the same for you, but never knew how you'd like being rubbed down by your sister."
"Well, believe it or not, I've probably thought about it more than I should have," I replied. Her eyes never left mine as she teased her lips with her fingers and said, "I guess we've each had the same fantasy." I was ready to call for the check, pay for the beers and call it good right there, but we ordered our ribs anyway. I don't know what the record is for the fastest table turn is there, but we had to be awful close to it. In well under 30 minutes, we'd each polished off a couple of beers and rack of ribs. Now it was time to polish off each other.
Conveniently, we both were booked in the same hotel. We walked the three blocks back to the hotel with our arms locked around each others' waists. I could feel Lisa's breathing quicken with mine as we made small talk along the way. I'd already registered, but Lisa had left her bags with the bell man on the way to the restaurant. I half joked that she should cancel her reservation and just stay in my room. When she took up my invitation, I knew it'd be a night to remember.
