This was taking a lot of work. Jim sighed as he looked around at his grandmother's house, now empty of life since her death three months past. His mother had gone back to her home in the east, leaving Jim and his sister Maggie to deal with disposing of all the old lady's stuff. The house had been full to the brim.
"Well, we're beating it down," sighed Maggie as she wiped her brow. At forty-five she was still a fine looking woman. She worked at staying fit; they both did. "You take the attic, Jim, and I'll do the guest bedroom, I've already got the master bedroom cleaned out and freshened up for the next folks. That should finish the lion's share of it."
"Ok, deal, let me know when it is time for a union break, and I'll take you out for coffee."
"It's a date," she laughed. "Now off you go."
Jim headed for the steep narrow stairs that led up to the attic. He forced his nearly fifty year old knees to make the climb, but they didn't like it. He got the one dim bulb lit, then began poking through the piles and piles of stuff. Locating an empty box, he began to fill it with old books and journals. One fell from his fingers then lay open on the floor. He recognized Maggie's handwriting.
"Maggie's old diaries," he mused as he picked it up, and in spite of his better judgment, began to read.
"Dear Diary,
Today is my seventeenth birthday, but I didn't get what I wanted, not even close. I know I shouldn't have the hots for my brother, but I do. He is so perfect, and I want him so badly it hurts. I practically threw myself at him, but I think I must have scared him, because he made a feeble excuse and hid in his room. What I really wanted was to give him my virginity, but instead, all I got was ignored. Why doesn't he think I'm attractive, all the other guys seem to? Oh well, I have another month before he leaves for college, maybe I'll get lucky."
Jim's palms were sweaty, and he glanced around guiltily before reading another page.
"Dear Diary,
Well, I bombed again. I don't know what else to do. I love Jimmy so much, but he doesn't seem interested in me at all. What's wrong with me? Why doesn't he want to fuck me?"
Jim swallowed hard, then turned another page. It was more of the same. She had kept trying until he'd left for college. Maggie never knew how badly he wanted her, just as he had never know how badly she wanted him. He just thought she was teasing him, trying out her equipment with someone who was safe. How wrong he had been.
He read on, finding where she'd given her virginity to the first guy who wanted it after he'd left home. It had not been fun for her, and she had gone a long time before trying again. Jim flipped a few pages, reading only scraps, but the theme was the same, even into her failed marriage. Maggie had only ever wanted the one man she could not have.
"What the heck is so interesting?" Her voice sounded close behind him, and he jumped up, dropping the book to the floor. "What the??? My old diaries? You read my diaries? Oh my god, you read my diaries." Maggie flushed beet red and fled the attic.
Jim hurried after her, and caught up to her in the kitchen. "Maggie, I am so sorry. I'd didn't mean to... did you really feel that way about me?"
"You are so damned blind, Jim. Any fool could have seen I was yours for the taking. I still am." Maggie hung her head, tears flowing down her cheeks.
"Maggie, oh my Maggie," said Jim softly, as he took her in his arms and held her gently. "I knew, but I was so afraid of hurting you, my perfect angel. I wanted you, gods how I wanted you. I nearly perished from blue balls, the way you used to tease me."
"You knew? You really wanted me?" she sniffed as she looked into his eyes.
"Still do," he choked out, then he kissed her. It was tentative at first, but she began to respond eagerly. Maggie parted her lips, inviting his tongue to explore her mouth.
As his little soldier leaped to life, Jim crushed her to him, returning her kiss with enthusiasm. Feeling his hard-on against her belly, Maggie rose up on tip toe and ground herself against it, making it even harder. Her skirt rode up over her hip as she lifter her leg up and hooked it behind him to pull him even tighter to her. Jim's hand dropped to the small of her back and lifted her up as he pulled her closer.
As the kiss ended, Maggie looked deeply into his eyes then slowly started to slide down his body. Jim was having none of that, and he caught her and stood her back up. "No you don't, Maggie, not this time. This one is my fantasy, and I will not be denied."
"Your fantasy?"
"Oh yes, I have envisioned this a thousand times. Now put your hands right here on the counter and don't move."
"I'd rather hang on to you."
"Later, my darling, but for now just lean back against the counter and be still." As he spoke, Jim sank slowly to one knee then lightly ran his hands up her skirt, firmly gripping her ass then going higher to hook his finger in the band of her panties. Slowly he drew them down her legs and, one by one, lifted her feet out of the delicate lace garment. He then began kissing his way up her bare thighs, nuzzling between the to gently force her legs apart.
Maggie reached for his head to guide him, but he took her wrists in his hands and firmly moved them back to the counter at her sides. Still nuzzling her thighs apart, he heard a sharp intake of breath as his lips lightly brushed her labia. Jim lovingly kissed the join of her leg and body, then dragged his tongue along her pussy lips until he reached her clit. He gave it a few flicks with his tongue just to hear her gasp, then licked back along her pussy until he could force his tongue into her hole.
Jim's hands had released her wrists and found their way to tightly grip the cheeks of her ass, as he tried to force his tongue deeper inside her. Maggie grasped his head as she ground her hips against him now, moaning softly. He licked harder and deeper as she rode his face. Suddenly he captured her swollen clit tightly between his lips and sucked it into his mouth where he gave it a few flicks with his tongue. Maggie fought to stifle her scream as the waves of ecstasy hit her. Gasping and groaning, she squeezed him with her thighs as she rode the orgasm to it's blissful conclusion.
Her knees began to buckle and she started to sink to the floor, but strong hands bore her up, loving arms embraced her, and hungry lips sought her. Eagerly, she returned his kiss. Jim kissed her and held her until her breathing returned to normal, then he gently turned her around and bent her across the kitchen counter. She fairly purred as he slowly entered her from behind, carefully pushing into her warm welcoming wetness until he could go no further. Holding her hips tightly, he began to pump in and out slowly.
Maggie was having none of that. She thrust back hard with her hips, moaning with delight. "Come on, Jim, fuck me hard. Fuck me hard, you know you want to, always wanted to. Bang your little sister hard, Jimmy, pound my ass..."
Maggie talking dirty to him pushed him over the edge. She was working her fingers furiously on her clit, and when she felt him swell up inside her, it sent her into free fall. She managed one more "fuck me hard" then their cries of release mingled together in an incomprehensible song of joy.
Slowly, gasping for air, half laughing, half crying, Jim slipped from her body. Lovingly, gently, he turned her to face him then kissed her softly. "Oh my dear gods, Maggie, that was awesome."
"Yes it was," she purred as she snuggled down on his shoulder. "So, that's what an orgasm feels like."
"Maggie? Are you saying you've never..."
"This was my first one."
"So, I took your orgasm virginity."
"Yes you did. I am no longer an orgasm virgin. Oh Jim, I have wanted that for so long, and I just knew you would be the one to bring it to me."
