Sister
This is a story about the love of a brother and his sister. And how they became lovers. I hope people enjoy this one. I have part two already to go, just seeing what the response is. thanks
Karen sat at her kitchen table, drinking her third tea of the morning. The tv in the kitchen showed flight arrival times at Toronto Pearson International Airport. By clicking on a certain flight number, the arrival time would be displayed. Drinking some tea and smoking some of her cigarette.
Her fingers trembled as she stubbed out the cigarette, clicking on a flight from England. The screen switched, showing its arrival time. 11:45, Beth smiled to herself as she lit another cigarette.
Harry was looking forward to seeing his sister. He leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes. With his headphones shutting off the sound of people on the plane, his mind delved into his memory banks.
A blond woman walked across her kitchen. Harry smiled at the memory. Her housecoat swept behind her as she made breakfast. He could almost smell the bacon as his sister laid the plate before him.
Turning back to the stove, his sister removed her housecoat, a present he'd bought for her a few years ago.
The coat was black silk, with a brightly coloured bird running down the back.
As Beth laid the coat over a chair, harry could see that she wasn't wearing any underwear. A loose fitting t-shirt was struggling to contain her breasts. At only five two, this made her 40 D breasts seem bigger.
Her blond hair cascaded over her shoulders, mostly down her back, but some laid across the top of her breasts. Both looked good for her age. Her skin looked fresh, as if she had just come in from the garden. Her blue eyes lit up when she smiled, which illuminated her face even more.
With a slim waist and a nice pair of legs, kept everything was nicely balanced. As far as Beth was concerned, her only let down, body wise. Was her ass! She felt it was too small. "it might as well be on a man," was one of her often quoted expressions. Harry liked it.
Karen sat opposite him as he ate breakfast. Beth smiled at him, then ate her breakfast. Harry ate and watched his sister's breasts, the way the t-shirt caught the swell of them. As Beth ate the motion of her t-shirt rising and falling over her nipple's, gave them more prominence.
The image of his sister's nipple woke his desires. Desires that both he and Karen had fought against. He hoped this visit would rectify that. Harry opened his eyes, removed his headphones, and allowed the noise of the passengers to stem the tide of his daydream.
Finally, he found himself outside the airport. Standing next to one of the concrete posts that divided the footpath from the road. People stood around waiting for their loved ones, or a taxi.
The day was hot, and his shirt was slowly beginning to stick to his skin. And after an eight-hour flight, he really needed to sit in a comfortable seat. Harry watched as the people waiting were greeted with squeals of delight. It always made him smile.
Karen parked her car in the short stay bay and made her way to the arrivals area. Harry had already sent her a text, telling her which number post he was at. Karen walked slowly through the car park, She had spent ages deciding what to wear. Finally, she settled on jeans and t-shirt, with a hooded top. Her biggest debate had been bra, or no bra!
Karen decided on sports one, it would keep the girls in place, whilst giving the illusion of not having one on, her heart skipped a beat as she looked at herself in the mirror before setting out, those nipples could clearly be seen... fuck it she thought and grabbed her bag.was cool
Karen pulled her hoodie around her. The parking lot was cool. As she exited the carpark, she spotted her brother straight away. He stood with a smile on his face as he watch a family hugging the life out of each other.
Her brother stood about six two, two hundred pounds, but he carried it well, not all muscle, but not fat by any means. His hair, a strawberry blond and cut short, framed a strong face, square jaw and deep blue eyes. You noticed them more when you stood close to him, mainly because of the gold flecks in them.
Karen stood watching him as the traffic passed. Stepping out, she suddenly had to run, as a driver laid on his horn at her. She waved her hand in apology as she reached the other side; the driver shook his head and drove on.
Harry turned at the sound of the car horn to see his sister sprinting across the road as the car driver shouted something at her. Karen found herself slightly breathless after she reached the other side. Harry was standing next to her as she looked up.
