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.'
'He said he had the contract ready to give me. He thought we'd be pleased with it, but he was happy to discuss it if we weren't.'
'That seems very fair.'
'That's what I thought. He said we could have some rooms at his management development centre. It's a kind of country club place, out in the wilds somewhere. We could go there to work up the scheme, he'd let us have the rooms and meals and everything for free as part of the deal.'
'Wow, that's very generous.'
'Yes it is.' Beth's wet hand emerged and she placed it near the top of my thigh. 'Kiss me again.'
I gave Beth a big passionate tonguey kiss. She seemed to enjoy it responding with ardour. Then she pulled away again, and drained her wine glass. I poured some more for her. She looked at me with sparkly eyes.
'I'm determined to tell you the rest of the story.'
'Go on then!'
'There will be someone from the company working with us, as a kind of client representative.'
'Hmm. I suppose that's reasonable. Do we know who?'
'It's someone called Sam. She's like his creative assistant apparently. I understand she's a distant relative. Something like a second or third cousin of your ex Kate. I think she's in her early to mid twenties.'
'Gosh, that's unexpected.'
'Yes, it is. I think he likes to give jobs to relatives where he can. It's like he thinks of us as relatives of his, even though you and Kate are separated'.
Beth's hand was moving up and down my thigh. I put my hand at the back of her neck, where her hair was damp.
'Have you finished your story?'
'No, but we have finished this wine. Do you want to get some more?'
I got up, put on my bathrobe and headed for the kitchen. When I returned Beth was out of the bath and drying herself. I put down the wine and engulfed her with my arms, rubbing the towel up and down her back. My hand rested on her bum and began to prise apart her buttocks. She kissed me again.
'Gosh you're hard,' she said placing a finger and thumb on my cock.
'Can the story wait?'
'No, I need to tell you all of it in one go.'
'Oh well okay, if you must.'
'Joey says Beth must finish her story!'
"And Joey cannot be denied.'
Beth tended to invoke Joey, our shared alter ego, when she wanted to get her own way, and she feared I might object.
'Be a sweetie, Mat, and get me something to wear. Your nice big purple pullover would do.'
'But I like you nude.'
'Okay I'll take it off later.'
'It's a deal!'
I fetched my big baggy pullover and Beth put it on. It came to her mid thigh. We headed for the sitting room, and settled there for Beth to continue her story.
'Well,' she said, 'to be fair to Jack, he did say that he was giving us the contract, on merit, and with no strings attached...'
'But?'
'Well it was clear he wanted something in return.'
'Ah.'
'Yes. It sounded straightforward enough. He said I was the only professional photographer he knew and he wanted me to take his photograph. Like I could hardly refuse, could I?'
'No.'
Beth took a drink of wine, and lay down on the couch on her tummy. The pullover rode up revealing her bum.
'So I said to him, did he want to change into some, y'know, proper clothes? He said no he preferred to keep it informal.'
'What was he wearing at that point?'