They all returned to London after one hell of a Christmas in Ebberston House. Those silent walls of that house have seen secrets of forbidden relations on this Christmas. On their return everybody was so charged up for a brand new year ahead. Everybody was looking up to new challenges and new adventures. Lily was the first one to get the surprise. Her boyfriend Eric had bought tickets of world tour for them. He wanted to have some good time with his girl who seemed bit reluctant in accepting the gift. Eric didn't take her changed behavior seriously and like every well tamed boyfriend waited patiently for her reply. Lily wanted George to have a say in the matter but as their relation couldn't permit him to say anything openly so he remained silent and she had to accept that gift at the last minute. When the couple went on an adventure of a lifetime George tried to hide himself in his work. On their way to the best time of their life Eric seemed more excited than his girlfriend because he didn't know what had happened between brother and sister on that Christmas. He was also unaware what his girlfriend was going to miss the most. It was a secret hidden from all for good.
In London everybody seemed busy in their routines. Dr Angela and her husband were doing their jobs, George was busy in his work and little Kat was apparently doing justice to her studies. Everybody missed Lily but George missed his sister the most. She was more of a friend than sister to him; a friend with whom he shared everything; even their bodies.
They all would've carried their routines and lives as usual but something came up and there were some adjustments to be made to mitigate it. Dr Angela had a workshop to attend in America on new advancements in ever changing field of cosmetic surgery which she'd been waiting for months. And that tour she couldn't do without company so Bruce, George's father, had to accompanying her. The problem was where Kat would live in their absence Kat would've been alone and they all knew she never lived on her own. They had to take care of their young spoiled child before setting the foot out of their house. The solution for their problem came up to them after considerable thinking as George, their son. They asked George who had his own flat in Orion House in central London to let her live with him for a week. George how wasn't very good at taking care refused at first but due to his parents insistence he didn't have choice so he reluctantly accepted their request and gave Kat the spare key to his flat.
That day when he came back from work he didn't even remember Kat would be at his place. In his own thoughts he came and was surprised by the delicious smell and smoke coming from his kitchen. He went there and saw his sister Kat cooking.
'Oh gosh, you scared me.' He exhaled a relief.
'Chicken!' she smiled.
'When did you come?'
'Long ago, are you hungry?'
'It depends.'
'On what...?'
'What are you cooking?'
'Chicken noodles.'
'Yeah, they'll do.'
'Then change, they are almost ready.'
'I'm coming back.' He said and went for changing.
In his room he was alone and in that loneliness, image of Kat flickered in his mind. In tight pink briefs and half body shirt, which were accentuating her attractive curves, she looked Red Hot. Although she was twenty her breasts and ass was bigger than her elder sister Lily. In a pigtail with a glossy make up she looked different. Her looks made him think twice about her and those thoughts were getting him heavy between the legs.
'What the fuck I'm thinking?' he shook his head to get rid of all arousing thoughts he was weaving about Kat. When he came back to the kitchen he saw Kat bending over and searching for something in cupboards.
'What you're after?' he said. His eyes went from her narrow waist to perfectly rounded butt with a deep crease in between. He's always been an ass man even the women he'd been with instantly and correctly guessed that. It's not difficult to figure out. Every observant woman can do it easily if she pays attention to her man's body language and follow his stare when she's still wearing something; the sparkle of his eyes will tell her what he wants the most. And when she's not wearing anything feeling his touch and the way he touches her body will paint the clear picture of his interests.
'Ketchup,' From over the shoulder she looked back at him.
'It's not in there.'
'Then, where is it?' she stood upright.
'Over your head,' he said with eyes roaming all over Kat's attractive body.
She opened the cupboard on the wall and saw it. The ketchup was there but problem was she couldn't reach it.
'Can you help?' she looked at him again.
'Sure.' He went there and got her ketchup bottle.
'Let's go and eat.' Excitedly she said and walked to the table. He was still looking at her bare thighs and inviting ass. He knew she wasn't bad cook although never showed her interest in cooking. They sat around small kitchen table with two chairs.
'I searched and searched but couldn't find any other thing than these fish fingers, chips and beans. Why don't you have anything else? You should eat more and properly, 'I'm talking to you.' She was talking between her mouthfuls.
He opened his mouth to explain but she started again, 'if I'm going to live here for a week you need to do some shopping: Pasta, noodles, chicken, mince, fresh veggies and some wine.'
'Sure, you'll have everything. I want to make your stay as comfortable as possible. He smiled. He was eating like her. That simple food seemed too tasty; because of perfect cooking everything seemed different.
'I know about you and Becky.' She sipped her wine. For a moment his hands stopped but quickly regained their mechanical moment.
'Who told you?' his tone was casual but heart beating like a drum.
'Someone who knew...'
'And who would that be?' he sipped his wine and looked into her confidant but wildly passionate eyes. He never observed the shine of those attractive eyes. Undoubtedly she was very pretty.
'Does it matter?' she wiped her mouth with a serviette.
'No, because it's over and had been for a long time...'
'I know that as well.'
'I'm not good with riddles so say it.'
'Say, what?'
'What you're getting at with all this?'
'Nothing just wanted to know if that's true.'
'It is, now tell me what you have in mind?' because you can't blackmail me, you can have anything you want even without black mailing me.'
'I'm not threatening you or something.'
'Then why you bothered to tell me?'
'Calm down... you're getting stress for nothing. Ketchup?' she held the bottle over his plate.
'Please, a little bit.' He placed both hands on the table and waited. She squeezed the bottle but the angle wasn't right completely. The thick squirt of red paste landed some on plate's edge and most of it straight into George's lap.
He almost jumped, 'Oh god, what've you done?'
'Sorry, sorry, sorry I didn't mean to.' She picked up few serviettes and start cleaning.
'Stop, don't, I can do it myself.' He felt uncomfortable as her hands were cleaning on his cock.
'It's okay, I'm almost done.' She was doing it slowly with one hand on his thigh and other moving all over, ribbing and touching him. He doesn't have underwear on so touch of soft hands and slow rubbing made him heavy again. He knew within few seconds he'll be fully hard and utterly embarrassed so he decided to end it.
'That's it, it's done, thank you.' He held her hands and put them on the table.
'I'm really sorry...'
'It's okay, seriously, it's fine. Don't apologies for an accident.' He glanced at her breasts, 'how's your thesis coming.' He tried to divert his as well as her attention from his cock.
'Getting straight to the point is hard but I'll get there.' She shrugged with a smile.
'You can ask for help anytime.'
'Thank you big-brother but right now I only need a selfie with you...'
'With me...?'
'Yes I want to jealous my friends.'
'Why would they be jealous?'
'Because they don't have such a dapper of a brother...'
'Now you're buttering me...'
'I'm not but would love to...'
'What?'
