It was late one Wednesday afternoon and I was on the phone with one of my most important clients, as we talked I found myself easily distracted. I looked out the window of my office at the crowded city streets several stories below. I was trying to keep up my end of the conversation but my mind was filled with thoughts – bits and pieces actually – about Jackie and the times we had been together.
I couldn't seem to get one particular image out of my mind. It was little more than a moment in time, but it had been with me ever since it happened. It was late in the afternoon last Saturday. It was one of those on-again, off-again rainy days and we had been making love most of the afternoon. Jackie had just come out of the bathroom into the bedroom and she stood very still for a moment by the bed. The soft, afternoon light filtered in through the bedroom window made her nude body almost seem to glow. I remembered how she simply stood there, looking down at me, her breast raising and falling slightly as she breathed – the delicate, slightly mischievous half-smile on her face was undoubtedly in anticipation of what was to come – what we were about to share between us again. I wanted to pull her into the bed and hold her – make love to her, feel her skin beneath my hands...at the same time I didn't want her to ever move from where she stood.
My client asked me a question over the phone that jolted me back to reality. I had no answer because I hadn't been listening so I stammered some vague response into the phone and hoped it would cover me. I was embarrassed with myself that I had been caught thinking about Jackie again.
After finishing the phone call I stood behind my desk looking out the window. The storm that had passed through the city a few hours earlier and was, with the exception of a few lingering clouds, pretty well gone. Tomorrow, I thought, would be one of those gloriously beautiful days that shouldn't be wasted.
"Jackie," I said into the phone. "Why don't we take the day of tomorrow...we can call in sick or something...I know a great place up the coast where we can be alone, maybe have an early dinner, just enjoy the day together?" Her musical laugh told me she would agree with my suggestion even before she answered.
I stayed late at the office getting my work finished up so that I wouldn't have to worry about taking the day off. It was however, a little difficult to keep my focus. All I could think about was being with her again the next day. We had been apart for a few days so that we could sort things out...yes, it was my suggestion. I was perplexed by the fact that Jackie just didn't seem to be concerned at all about the fact that we were brother and sister...and passionate lovers. I wished that I could be like her and seemingly ignore what was unpleasant, but I couldn't – couldn't because I was falling hopelessly in love with her. And at the same time I was not ready to fall deeply in love with a woman that I couldn't have. Not again, yet I could feel it happening and I felt helpless to stop it.
We have had some wonderful discussions between us about so many personal things; our ex's, our fears, our expectations, our mistakes, our desires but we've simply never had a deep discussion about our relationship as siblings...and as lovers. I know that lust...even a little loneliness had brought us together that first time we had sex at her place. But what we found in each other was so unexpected and strong it changed everything, at least for me.
As I rode the elevator down to the parking garage I was glad I was alone. I closed my eyes for a moment and leaned back against the wall and tried to imagine what it would feel like to have Jackie on her knees at that very moment sucking on my cock? I imagined her deep black hair falling gently around her face as she slid her lips slowly down the shaft of my hard cock – withdrawing quickly and using her tongue to tantalize the ring around the head of my penis before plunging it back into her warm, moist mouth.
The elevator door opened and I went to my car and drove home with the erotic image still hovering somewhere below my conscious.
The next morning the day was beautiful and even warmer than I expected. I pulled my car to the curb in front of Jackie's apartment just as the doors opened and she came out. She was wearing a short, white cotton dress, a pale pink belt, and white high heels. Her dress clung to her body as she walked toward the car making her nipples press against the thin material. I also could see the faint impression of the narrow band of material of her thong panties where the strap crossed over her hip. Her legs were erotic and feminine and I couldn't help but notice how delicately she swung them into the car. I like that.
"I can't tell you the last time I played hooky from work – let's get out of town before we get caught!" She said with a laugh.
As we drove through the city toward the coast Jackie seemed to chatter excitedly about everything she saw. Several times, as she turned to look out the window of the car, I got a glimpse of her right nipple between the gaps at the front of her dress.
I was heading to a very secluded place along the coast that I had found, almost by accident, many years before. It was a small stretch of beach that had an access that was difficult to find unless you had been there before. I would return to it occasionally; whenever I was in the mood to be alone. In all the years I had visited that particular beach I never saw another person there. It was the perfect place for Jackie and I on a day like this.
After turning off the highway we followed a set of old tire tracks for about a half-mile through a lush, overgrown pasture that led toward the shore. I parked the car near a shallow ravine just beyond where the tracks had turned off. I took a blanket from the trunk of the car and Jackie and I followed a faint trail that led down to the beach. The day was very warm for this time of year and a soft breeze was blowing in off the ocean. About halfway down the trail it was obvious that Jackie's high heel shoes weren't going to make it on the uneven terrain so she took them off and I carried them for her. I know it was a small thing, but I liked doing it for her.
At the end of the trail the beach seemed to open up before us. It was just the same as the last time I had been there. The beach was half-moon shaped and sheltered by the high bluffs behind it as well as rough rock formations to the north and south. The only way to get to the beach was by the path we had come down or by boat. The sand was only about thirty yards wide, crystal white, and looked as if no one had ever been there before us.
As I spread out the blanket Jackie walked down to the water and stood in the surf as it swirled around her legs; coming up almost to her knees. She had gathered the lower part of her dress up in her hands to keep it from getting wet as the water raced past her legs before receding again. She laughed, and splashed childlike which made me feel a slight feeling of disappointment that I had missed sharing my childhood with her. I sat on the blanket and watched her play.
After a short while she turned and walked back up the beach toward me, breathing hard and unbuttoning her dress as she came. As she reached the blanket she slipped the dress over her shoulders, down over her waist, and stepped out of it. She stood before me wearing nothing but her white thong underwear and a broad, seductive smile. "The water's cold! She panted. "But we can get use to it...come on!" Jackie quickly slipped off her thong and trotted back to the water. Her nude body was so tantalizing as she splashed knee-deep into the water. After I had taken off my clothes I hesitated, just watching her. Her luscious breast swayed and bounced naturally – uninhibitedly as she danced away from the edge of the foamy surf. I softly laughed at the shear playfulness of her.
Coming up behind her I put my arms around her waist and pulled her naked butt tightly against me. I kissed her on the shoulder as I moved my hands up to caress her breast. She was right, the water was cold, especially as several mid-thigh wave splashed up against us sending drops of water over our naked bodies. Jackie laughed softly as she turned in my arms. We looked into each other's eyes for a long moment as if waiting for the other to say something. Suddenly a waist-high wave of water sent us, still embracing each other, stumbling into the cold water. Jackie clung to me even tighter as we rolled along for a few seconds in the water. When we finally stood up she looked at me and said with a laugh, "Well you're a lousy lifeguard!" Then she pushed me back into the water and, with a squeal of laughter, dove into an oncoming wave.
There was something so natural and erotic about Jackie swimming nude in the surf. The sun glistened off her wet skin and hair. The cold water made her areolas shrink and her nipples stand erect and I wanted to suck them to warm them up. Jackie and I made several more dives into the waves as they roared toward us and I tried to keep up with her. Finally, with a series of sputtering laughs, she took my hand and we splashed out of the water toward the blanket on the sand.
Jackie lay down on the blanket on her back; her nude body was flooded with warm sunlight as the small drops of water that still clung to her skin caught the sunlight. I lay down next to her on my side and as we talked I ran my hands over her arm and shoulders. Leaning forward, I caressed her nipple with my tongue. With slow circular motions I teased the erotic, deep pink flesh on her breast. Jackie lay motionless, her eyes closed, I knew that she was enjoying the sensuous feelings that were building in her. With the fingers of my right hand I played lightly with the skin on her thigh, close to her hip. Occasionally my hand moved on to her belly and up to her other breast before returning to her thigh. I could feel her body tensing as I continued to caress her. Her arm that was between our bodies moved closer toward me and her fingers found my penis, already semi-erect with anticipation. Wrapping her feminine fingers around my shaft she began to slowly move the skin up and down its length. In just a few strokes I could feel the head of my hard cock pressing against her thigh.
