My sister Beth called me on the phone.
'Hi Mat, I'm on my way from your ex father-in-law's. I've got some fantastic news.'
'That's good. Are you okay?'
'Yeah, fine. Just need a cuddle.'
Beth had been staying with me until recently when she had left to complete some free-lance work. The father of my ex-wife Kate was employing her as a free-lance consultant. As a self-employed photographer and director her work supply was unreliable. So she had to take opportunities as they arose. My own job at our local university was much more secure.
She had been staying with me, helping me as I was on the rebound following the break-up of my marriage. And she had been wonderful; to the point where we were intimate in ways that she insisted were not quite incest.
The doorbell sounded, and I opened the door to Beth. She was wearing a short denim skirt, a tee shirt and a leather jacket, and carrying a holdall. I looked into her heart-shaped face fringed by her shortish brown hair. She came in and I gave her a hug.
'It's good to see you Beth. I've missed you.'
'It's good to be back. Okay if I stay for a bit?'
'Yes, of course. Always. What would you like, coffee, tea, wine?'
'A nice cool wine would be good,' she said slipping off her jacket.
We settled in the kitchen with a couple of glasses of Sauvignon Blanc.
'Well, what's your news? I'm all agog.'
'We've got a contract, from Jack, your ex's dad.'
'That's good. How much, and doing what?'
'Take a look.' She pulled a document out of her bag, and placed it on the table, pointing at the sum of money specified. It was a very large amount.
'Shit! That's incredible. What do we have to do?'
'Well it's a creative strategy with visuals. You can take some time out from the uni to do it. We'll do it together.'
I moved round to her, putting my arms round her and giving her a big sloppy kiss. She returned my kiss as I cupped her left breast.
'You're the best, Beth.'
'Later,' she said moving my hand.
'How did you manage it?'
'Well, that's quite a story.'
'Oh yes?'
'Indeed.'
'Well come on, tell me!'
'I need a bath or shower. Then I'll tell you.'
'Okay.'
'You can sit by the bath and keep me supplied with wine, while I regale you with my adventure.'
When Beth had settled in the bath, I seated myself beside it with the bottle of Sauvignon Blanc wine and glasses. I gazed down at Beth's beautiful body as she lay in the bath, with her firm B-cup breasts, and slim legs. She had shaved off her wisp of pubic hair. I often wondered how unnatural it was to be turned on by your 27-year-old sister. There didn't seem to be much I could do about it. That was how I reacted to her.
Beth held the bath brush vertically resting it on her pubic mound, like an erect cock.
'Time to invoke Joey,' she said. Joey is our secret shared fantasy. She looks like Beth, except that she has a cock. She is allowed to suggest outrageous things.
'Joey says Mat has to be very nice to Beth.'
'Okay. What does that entail?'
'You'll see. You take a shower, so you're nice and clean. Then I will tell you my story. Then you can be really really nice to Beth.' She stroked the bath brush suggestively.
So I stripped off and was about to get into the shower cubicle when I felt Beth's hand on my buttock.
'You've got a nice smooth bum,' she muttered.
'So have you!'
I stepped into the shower and turned it on. I quickly lathered up and soaped and rinsed myself. When I emerged my cock was getting hard. I grabbed a towel and dried myself off.
Then I seated myself and took a sip of wine.
'Is that water still warm enough?' I asked.
'Just about.'
I placed my hand in the water. I decided to check how warm Beth was by placing my hand on her breasts. Her nipples were hard.
'Are your nipples firm because they are cold?'
'No.' She looked at my semi-erect cock. 'It's for other reasons.'
'I think a bit more hot water would be good any way.' I turned the tap to add some. Beth took a gulp of wine.
'You've trimmed your pubes, looks like you're pretty smooth now,' she said, eyeing me.
'And you're completely smooth.'
'Do you like it?'
'Yes!'
'Me too. Do you want to know what happened with Jack?'
'Yes, do tell. It's not like Jack to give you anything without some form of up-front sweetener.'
'No, that's true. Although I have done some work for him already.'
'So what happened?'
'Well he invited me over to their house. He's pretty wealthy isn't he?'
'Yes.'
'He asked me to take my camera stuff along. It was all very informal. There was no one else in the house. He'd obviously been for a swim in his pool.'cos he was wearing a bathrobe, and looked a bit wet. He took me through to the conservatory, and offered me drinks. He had a big gin and tonic, and I had some wine.'
'So this isn't your first of the day?'
'No. Wont be my last either.'
'Go on.'
'I had forgotten how physically large he is. I mean, not fat, but big, in all directions. He must be six foot six. And like, it's muscle. He's in pretty good nick for a guy in his fifties.'
'Sounds like you've studied his physique.'
'I have now.'
'Oh yes. What happened?'
'Well I'm coming to that. Pour me some more plonk.'
'Okay.' I filled her glass, and she drank half of it.
'Well we were sitting there in the conservatory, having our civilised drinks, and he explained about this job. He said he knew that work was a bit hard to come by at the moment, but that this wasn't charity. He wanted the work doing and it had to be to a good standard. It was for his group of companies. He wants what he calls a graphic promotion scheme and a creative strategy. Just up our street, I thought. Just right for me and Mat!'
'Sounds fantastic!'
'It is. Give me a kiss.'
'Okay.' I leaned over and kissed her on the mouth, letting my hand travel under the bathwater to touch her bare pubic area.
'Hmmm,' she murmured.
'I like it like that. It looks really really sexy.' We kissed again. She sighed.
'Shall I get on with my story?'
'I suppose you'd better.'