Meeting My Sister

I went through my usual morning routine. I got up, fed the cat, took a shower and ate breakfast. What to do next? Channel surf and try to find something interesting to watch? Surf the web for a bit? Call my friends and see if they were up to anything interesting? Watch one of the over 200 movies I had on DVD and Blu-Ray? Or find out who just rang my doorbell? That last one. Definitely that last one.

I looked out through the peephole to see a good looking woman on the other side of the door. I just hoped she wasn't selling something. I opened the door.

"Hey, what can I do for you?" I asked.

She stood about my height, had shoulder length jet black hair, big brown eyes, and a look on her face that was a mix of surprise and confusion. She looked even better without the peephole distorting her features. In fact she was probably one of the most beautiful women I'd ever seen. Top 3 definitely.

"Um... I'm looking for Paul Reynolds." she finally said when she regained her composure. "Does he live here?"

"If you're looking for my ol' man, you're five years too late." I said, "I'm his son, Tommy."

"Oh," she said, looking disappointed, her whole face seemed to fall when I said that. It was only then I noticed the suitcase behind her.

"What did you want with my dad?"

She looked back up at me, "Well, this is kind of odd, my name is Carol Stevens and I think I'm your sister."

My what now?

"I think maybe you'd better come in." I said, stepping aside.

She picked up her suitcase and stepped into my apartment.

"Have a seat," I said, gesturing to the couch as I closed the door behind her. She took a seat on the couch and I joined her. "So, maybe we should start at the beginning. You're my sister?"

"Well, half-sister I guess, but yeah." she said. "My mother recently passed away, and shortly before she died she told me about my biological father. She got a friend of hers to do some internet research who was able to figure out this might be the most likely address for him."

My parents had moved into the apartment shortly after I was born and had lived there ever since. I found out after my mother died that they had left the apartment to me, so I moved back in. I'm guessing that somehow the research her mother's friend did had this listed as the last known address for my father.

Now I won't bore you with the nearly hour long conversation we had, but between what her mother had told her, what I vaguely remember my father telling me (on the rare occasions I asked him what his life was like before he met my mother), and a bunch of old pictures here's what we figured out.

My father dated Carol's mother, Ellen, for about a year and a half. She showed me a picture of the two of them. That was my father all right, I'd know that smile anywhere. They split up when my grandmother got sick, and since my grandparents were divorced, it was up to my father to go back home and take care of her. However, he left Ellen with a parting gift. Carol. Only neither of them realized it at the time, as best we could figure my father got Ellen pregnant at least a week before he left to take care of his mother. Since he was more concerned with taking care of my grandmother, he never got back in touch with Ellen, and since she had no idea how to get in touch with my father (this was the mid 1980's, the internet wasn't a thing yet), she turned to her family for help during her pregnancy. Shortly after Carol's first birthday, Ellen met a man named Doug, who she married a few months later. Doug had no problem becoming a father to Carol, and as far as Carol was concerned, he was her father, as he was the only one she'd ever known.

Unfortunately, my grandmother passed away a few months after my father returned home to take care of her. A couple of months after that, he met my mother, and they dated for about a year and half before getting married. Carol noticed the time stamp on the wedding pictures and realized she would have been two years old at the time.

"And I was born two years later," I said, "So that would make you four years older than me, and since I just turned 31 a couple months ago, that would make you 35."

She smirked, "It's rude to ask a lady her age."

"But I didn't ask," I said, "I figured it out."

"Fair enough," she said laughing, "But, yeah, you're right, I'll be 35 in a couple months."

"Wow, so I guess you really are my sister. And all this time I thought I was an only child." I said.

"I know, freaky, right?" she said, smiling.

We looked over all the pictures she had bought with her, along with the ones I had.

"Do you mind if I ask how he died?" she asked.

"Heart attack," I said, looking at a picture of my father holding a one-year old me. "He'd had heart problems for a while, and one day, it just hit him, and just like that, he was gone."

"What about your mother?" Carol asked.

"My mom passed away a couple years ago." I said, "She had a whole slew of medical problems, and it was too much for her body to take. What about your parents?"

"Well, like I said, my mother passed away a couple months ago, due to kidney failure. Dad was a pretty heavy smoker, he got lung cancer, and died about ten years ago."

"Why'd your mother wait so long to tell you about my father?"

"Well originally they were going to tell me right around the time my father was diagnosed with cancer, and they figured that wasn't the right time. After my father died, I was so broken up, my mother knew that wasn't the right time. After that I guess it just never came up again. When she got sick she finally told me. It was kind of jarring to realize the man I thought was my father was actually my stepfather. But as far as I'm concerned he'll always be my father. He raised me and took care of me, even though I wasn't biologically his."

"Sounds like you two were very close." I said.

She nodded, "We were. He was a good man. All that time and he never once treated me like anything other than his daughter. Not his stepdaughter, not some girl he had to deal with because he married my mother. He was for all intents and purposes my father."

I nodded, that made sense. "Any man can be a dad, but it takes a real man to be a father. I saw that on a t-shirt once."

"So, what does my little brother do for a living?" she asked, looking around at my apartment. "I don't mean to be rude, but this place must cost an arm and a leg."

"See that bookshelf over there?" I asked, pointing. "All those books on the top shelf; I wrote those."

She walked over to the bookshelf, and I couldn't help but to notice my sister had a nice ass. I admit I took a moment to admire it as she stopped and looked over the 10 science fiction books I had written over the last 12 years.

"Wow, 'Ride Into The Sun'? Wasn't that made into a movie with Will Smith and Tommy Lee Jones?" she asked, pulling out the first book I ever wrote.

I nodded, "I actually wrote that when I was 15, but it didn't get published until I was 19. I spent four years re-writing it because I hated the original draft, the plot and characters were paper thin, it was filled with grammatical and spelling errors, and it was only about 70 pages long. So I beefed up the plot, added a couple of subplots, put in a ton of character development, fixed all the grammar and spelling errors, and expanded it to nearly 400 pages. Once I did all that my parents convinced me to shop it around. Only one literary agent was willing to take a chance on me, and she's represented me ever since."

She looked over the books again. "You wrote 'The Smuggler' too? That was a movie with Dwayne Johnson, right? Wow, my brother's famous!"

I laughed as she came back over to join me on the couch, "Not really, I had nothing to do with those movies other than writing the books they were adapted from, but I did make a nice chunk of change licensing out the rights to them."

As she walked back over to me, my cat emerged from the bedroom and meowed at her.

"And who is this?" she asked, kneeling down to pet him. As she did, her shirt hung open a bit, and my eyes were instantly drawn to the slight curves of her breasts before they disappeared into her bra. From what I could see, my sister also had nice tits. I felt the blood rushing to my dick, so I adjusted myself while she was preoccupied with the cat and averted my eyes when she looked back up at me.

"That lazy lump of fur is Ash," I said.

"Well hello Ash." she said as he sniffed at her outstretched hand.

"He likes you." I said as Ash let her pet him. "He usually hates strangers."

She gave the cat a scritch, and returned to the couch. Ash wandered into the kitchen. "So do you just write sci-fi?"

"Yeah. I've always been interested in it. It sells, so obviously other people like it too, so I keep at it. I can usually knock out a book in about 4-5 months. I just sent off my latest manuscript to my editor yesterday. So what about you? What does my big sister do for a living?"

"I'm a massage therapist." I raised an eyebrow and she laughed, I could see a little of my father in her when she did. "Not like that, it's all above board and professional. I'm certified and licensed and I work out of a medical office, not some seedy massage parlor. My clients are athletes, dancers and people who work physically demanding jobs."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to imply..."

"It's okay," she said, waving it off, "I get it all the time. It's why we prefer to call ourselves massage therapists instead of masseuses. If you don't mind, can I have something to drink?"

"Oh, of course," I said, getting up. "Lemme go see what I've got in the fridge. I don't have much since I don't have many guests. I got some ice tea, Coke and beer."

"I'll take a soda."

I grabbed a couple cans and headed back to the living room to see Ash had made himself comfortable in my spot.

"Move it you hairy freeloader." I said nudging him off the couch. He looked at me indignantly, before wandering back to the bedroom.

"So tell me about my father." Carol said.

For the next couple of hours we talked, a lot of it was about dad. About his warped sense of humor and dumb dad jokes he told me, his time as an auto mechanic and about how he always told me that it was important to earn what you got in life. We also talked about other things, as I also talked about my mother, and my life growing up. Carol in turn told me about her parents and her life. It then occurred to us that neither one had eaten in a while.

"I'm afraid I'm not much of a cook, but I do have a standing order with the pizzeria downstairs." I said.

"Pepperoni?" she asked.

"Pepperoni and bacon," I said.

"Because bacon makes everything better." We both said together.

"You really are my brother!" she said, laughing.

I laughed as well, picking up my phone. "It's too bad it took us this long to meet each other." I turned my attention to the phone, "Hey, Pete, it's Tommy. Yeah, the usual. Ok, thanks." I ended the call and turned my attention back to Carol. "It'll be about fifteen minutes."

We continued to talk about our lives and found out we liked a lot of the same things, we liked a lot of the same movies, we had similar tastes in music, art and so much more. The pizza arrived and the subject of relationships came up. Both of us were single. My longest relationship was only ten months, and Carol's was just over a year. One more thing we had in common, failed relationships. A few more hours passed. We had pretty much sat on the couch all day, trying to learn as much as we could about each other.

"So, would it be asking too much if I could spend the night?" Carol asked me, as we finally realized how late it was.

"No, of course not." I said, "No sister of mine is gonna spend the night at a hotel. The couch folds out. Gimme and hand and I'll get you an extra pillow and some sheets."

Ash wasn't happy that we had to shoo him off the couch (again), to pull the bed out, but he could deal with it.

"You know Tommy, I'm glad I made this trip," Carol said as we put a sheet on the mattress, "I was so nervous for the last couple of days. I kept wondering what would happen when I met him. Half of me was worried. What if he denied knowing my mother? What if he didn't like me? What if he had his own family and wanted nothing to do with me? The other half was more optimistic. Hoping he'd accept me with open arms, introduce me to his family if he had one."

"For what it's worth, I think he would have liked you." I said.

"Really?" she asked, smiling. Every time she smiled, her whole face lit up.

"Yeah, he was a good judge of character." I said.

"You know, I almost didn't ring the doorbell." she said, as we finally got the sheet on the mattress, "I started to, then stopped as a ball of ice formed in my stomach and all the negative thoughts popped back into my head. I even headed back to the elevators, but stopped myself. Telling myself I didn't travel a thousand miles just to chicken out. So I steeled myself and came back. I'm glad I did."

"I am too." I said

"I may have not been able to meet my birth father, but I got to meet you." Carol said, smiling again.

I grabbed an extra towel from the hall closet. "Here you go, for your shower in the morning."

"Thanks, Tommy," she said, giving me a hug, "I'll see you in the morning."

I hugged her back, "G'night... sis." I said.

She smiled at me, "Night bro."

I headed into my bedroom, where Ash had taken up residence at the foot of my bed where he normally slept, "So what do you think of her?" I asked him.

He meowed at me, "Yeah, I like her too. She's easy on the eyes. In fact, just between you and me furball, she's fuckin' hot."

I stripped down to my boxers which is all I usually slept in and hopped into bed. "Night you lazy bastard."

I turned off the light and drifted off to sleep.

At least I tried to. All I could think about was Carol. I tossed and turned for an hour, as the image of her bent over petting the cat jumped back into my mind, and the way her shirt hung open, giving me a brief glimpse of her cleavage. I could feel the blood flowing back to my cock as I imagined what her tits looked like.

I didn't know if she noticed or not, when we were talking earlier but I was doing more than just talking with her. I was checking her out. She may be my sister, but that didn't mean she wasn't beautiful. I noticed little things that she did, the way her nose wrinkled when she laughed, the way she absentmindedly tucked her hair behind her ear, the way she folded her leg under her as she got progressively more comfortable with me, so many little things that she probably didn't even realize she was doing. I also couldn't help but to admire her ass again when she got up to go to the bathroom at one point. I can't be sure, but I think she was checking me out too.

It figured, I finally meet the perfect woman. She's beautiful, smart, funny, liked almost all the same things I did, and she turns out to be my long lost sister.

There was a soft knock at the door. I sighed, turned on the light and sat up. "Come on in." I said.

Carol came into the room. "Can't sleep either, huh?"

"No." I said.

She was only wearing a tank top and panties, I could clearly see her nipples poking out through the thin fabric. I patted the spot next to me on the bed, inviting her to sit with me. She took the cue and hopped onto the bed next to me.

"Can I tell you something?" she asked after getting comfortable.

"Of course." I said.

"The main reason I can't sleep is because I've been thinking about you," she said, looking down at her hands in her lap. "While we were talking today, I couldn't help but notice how good looking you are. I guess I was kind of checking you out. I've never really believed in love at first sight. But with you it's different, I don't know if it's because we're siblings, but I feel something with you. No man I've ever been with has ever made me feel like this. I can't explain it. It's like, I've finally met the perfect man, and he's my brother."

"I know what you mean. I feel the same way about you." I said.

She looked up at me, "Really?"

"Yeah, I was checking you out too. I thought you were checking me out, but I wasn't sure."

"I'd never forgive myself if I didn't at least kiss you." she said, "Can I kiss you?"

"Come here," I said, opening my arms to her.

Carol melted into my arms and our lips met, her tongue snaked into my mouth and met mine. She wrapped her arms around me, and I rolled her over onto her back so I was laying on top of her. We spent several minutes just kissing, not saying anything, our kissing growing more passionate with each passing second, our hands exploring each other's bodies. She reached down and groped my ass, ran her hands up my back, over my shoulders until she reached my face again. I ran my hands down her sides until I could feel the smooth skin of her legs, ran my hands back up her side and teased the sides of her breasts before I returned my hands to her face.

She arched her back and pressed her body into me, I could feel her hard nipples poking me in the chest through the thin cotton of her shirt. I could feel the heat from between her legs as she pushed her groin up into mine.

She ran her hands down my body again, reaching into my boxers to find my hard cock waiting for her. She wrapped her hand around it and gently squeezed it. I ran my hands down her body again, and hooked her shirt on my way back up, slowly peeling it off. We broke our lip lock long enough to get her shirt off, she thrust her hand back down into my boxers to grab my cock again. In turn, I slid my hand inside her panties to find a shaved and very wet pussy waiting for me. I gently rubbed up and down her wet slit.

We both got the same idea at the same time, as she tried to remove my boxers while I tried to get her panties off. We gave up and ended up pulling our own underwear off, and took the opportunity to admire each other's bodies.

Her body was perfect. She had two of the most perfect breasts I ever had the pleasure of laying my eyes on, they fit her body perfectly, and were topped off by two hard pink nipples. Her waist and hips were perfectly proportioned, and a shaved pussy peeked out between her long, gorgeous legs.

She gave me a lusty smile as she ran her eyes over my body. Now I'm not gonna lie and say I'm chiseled, with six-pack abs and a twelve inch cock, but I'm not a 98 pound weakling with a three inch dick either. If anything I guess I'm average in build with a seven and half inch cock (yes, I've measured it, any guy that says he hasn't is lying). Due to the way I was sitting when I pulled my boxers off, my cock was pointing directly at her.

Carol practically lunged at me and went back to kissing me, even more passionately than before. It felt so good to run my hands over her bare flesh as I pushed her back down onto the bed. I kissed my way down her body, stopping to lick and suck on her perfect tits. She moaned appreciatively. I loved wrapping my lips around a pair of tits like hers. Hell, I love tits in general, it's one of the first things I notice about women, and like I said, my sister had the best pair of tits I've ever seen in my life.

I moved down across her flat stomach, and to the treat between her legs. She spread her legs as far as she could.

"Eat my pussy, little brother." she moaned as I parted her lips locating her hard little clit.

I teased it with my finger before I started licking and sucking on it.

"You taste so fucking good, sis." I said, before going back to work.

She moaned low in her throat and looked down over her gorgeous tits to watch me work my magic. "You're really good at that... holy shit that feels amazing... just like that... oh my god... no one's ever licked my pussy like that before... holy shit, what are you...?"