It was my sister's thirty-ninth birthday and though she and her husband lived over two hours away and decided I would go and visit her on her birthday. This was an unusual year for it was the first time I had gone to see Jacquee without my wife Becky; her father was ill and was staying with him for a few days to look after him, the trip seemed slightly longer without company. When I finally arrived at my Jacquee's house at ten-thirty in the morning it was raining, rain was not forecasted for the day and like a forgetful old man I had worn light clothing and carried no umbrella and by the time I got to her door I was soaked through.
"Wayne," Jacquee greeted as she opened the door, "What a surprise get in here before you quick, you're soaked."
Shacking my now soaked jacket I went inside and stood dripping on the entrance carpet as she closed the door. I scanned quickly and was a little puzzled that there was no sign of Jacquee's husband, Phil, but I had other concerns and paid this little mind.
"Happy birthday sis" I grinned as I held out her present.
It was only a gift certificate to her favorite Boutique, I knew that Jacquee would put it to good use, she'd probably spend it on a new dress, my sis liked her clothes, but then again she had always had the figure and face to put clothes to their test. She thanked me with a hug and a kiss on the cheek then looked at my soaked clothes and the wetness I left to her dress.
"Let's get you out of those things," She smiled, "We’ll find something around here you can wear while these dry."
Jacquee took me up to the bathroom and while I stripped off my wet clothes she went off to find me something to wear, when she came back she handed me a warm terry robe then left me to go downstairs to put some French Vanilla Cappuccino on. Taking the towel from my waist I put on the robe and wrapped it around me, I had been so wet that even my underwear had got wet so I was naked under that thick, warm robe. A few moments later Jacquee came back upstairs.
"Are you decent?" She called through the bathroom door.
"Yes." I called back.
"Ah shucks, just my luck!" She said as she entered.
She quickly hung up my clothes over the bathtub. I noticed that she had changed her dress; the one she now wore was short and had a plunging neckline that showed off one hell of a cleavage. Even if I was her brother I enjoyed the sight of her with mixed pride and a touch of arousal, wrong of me maybe, but it had always been like that. Even at thirty-nine my sister was worth more than a second glance, especially her large 36-inch breasts. If the truth were known I was more than a little over-sexed, yet Becky was the exact opposite, in thirty-five years of marriage I had yet to convince her that sex was not something you only did once a week, in bed and with the lights out, despite this I had never really been unfaithful to my wife. Most of my relief came from masturbating which I did at least once a day, but it never really satisfied me and I spent a lot of time ogling young girls and wishing; at fifty-six I was becoming the typical 'dirty old man'.
"They'll be dry before you have to leave." Jacquee smiled cutting across my thoughts.
We went downstairs and I was led towards the living room while Jacquee went to the kitchen to check on the Cappuccino, sitting in an armchair I wondered again about the absence of Phil. Jacquee came in a few minutes later with Cappuccino, she grinned as she gave me my warm mug then sat down on the couch opposite me. I smiled at the sight of her short dress riding up to reveal more of her long, slender legs then brought my attention back to the present.
"Where's Phil?" I asked curiously.
"Gone." She replied simply.
"Gone as in away driving his semi or gone as in never coming back?" I asked leaning forward.
"As in never coming back." She smiled, "Not that he'll be a great loss bro."
"I'm sorry Jacquee." I sighed in sympathy.
"Don't be," Jacquee laughed, "I feel a lot better now since he's gone. I'm divorcing him; he's not contesting it so it should all be over in a few weeks. Once I'm a free woman again I plan on selling the house and moving back near you and Becky and finding out what living near a big city.”
"That would be nice," I smiled at the thought, "we'd get to see you more than two or three times a year."
We talked about things in general for about half an hour or so before I found out the reason Phil had left her.
"He claimed that I was making excessive demands of him," She laughed in answer to my questioning, "anyone would think sex more than once a week was a reasonable request nowadays wouldn't you, but not Phil, once a week, in bed without lights and that's it."
"Sounds a lot like Becky." I grinned.
As you may have guessed Jacquee and I were very open with each other, we had always had this close type of relationship and she had brought her problems to me many times rather than to our mother, especially when the problem involved the matter of sex.
"Is Becky she still like that," my sister laughed, "how on earth do you stand it? You haven't got yourself something on the side have you?"
"I've managed, for the most part, to resist the temptation." I grinned, "What about you?"
"Oh," She smiled all innocently, "I'm not as strong willed as you are bro, I sort of slipped once or twice."
"Does Phil know?" I asked unsurprised by her confession.
"Hell no," She laughed, "as with sex, it never occurred to him. Anyway bro, you ought to get yourself a bit of on the side, it would do wonders for you!"
"For all her faults I still love Becky and I don’t intend causing her grief if I can help it." I said seriously then smiled, "Besides, who'd be interest in an old guy like me?"
"Would you like a list?" Jacquee laughed.
The subject moved on to other things and the time flew by, lunch time came and Jacquee went out into the kitchen to fix us a little something while I looked out the living room window at the pouring rain. From the kitchen I could hear the noise of my sister preparing lunch and a radio going in the background; smiling to myself I wondered what Jacquee was doing then headed towards the kitchen to see if Jacquee wanted some help.
As I entered the kitchen the news was going on the radio standing on the counter, I walked in just in time to hear that due to a lightening strike and flooding, roads have been brought to a standstill.
"That's all I need." I sighed as Jacquee turned off the radio.
"You'd better phone Becky and tell her of the situation,” My sister suggested.
So I phoned Becky and informed her of the situation and that it was doubtful I could return today and that Jacquee would put me up for the night. Jacquee was carrying trays through to the living room as I hung up the phone. I asked Jacquee if I could stay the night.
”Sure you can big brother!” We’ll have lots of fun!” "Thanks sis." I smiled as I sat down.
Lunch was some of her left over spaghetti (she’s a fantastic cook); Jacquee had opened a bottle of wine and insisted that the bottle had to be drained with our feast of spaghetti.
"Are you trying to get me drunk sis?" I asked.
"Of course," She grinned, "then I can have my way with you."
Now I'm not a great drinker and the wine soon made me feel light headed and more than a little buzzed, which was one of the reasons I didn't drink that much. Jacquee was just as bad, she quickly got all giggly and our talk descended right into the gutter, we laughed and made lewd jokes and were having a real good time.
I looked at Jacquee and said, “Sis, you are beautiful!”
"Do you really think I'm beautiful?" Jacquee laughed.
"Very much so." I grinned. "And not because you are my sister."
