Paris Waterman
Life Changes
It took longer than I thought it would to complete the move from Yonkers to the City and my sister Stephanie's.
I finished the school year at my high school, refused any further sexual action with my mother--although she continued trying to tempt me into her bed; even inviting her sister, my Aunt Elaine for a short visit. And that might have done the trick had it not been for Duane, who at my request set us up with another visit with Claudia.
On the night before I was to leave for the city, Stephie called with last minute advice on what essential items to pack, and to assure me that she would be meeting me at the station when I arrived. I was a bit surprised when my mother oversaw my packing and added several items that I had overlooked. I was grateful and we parted on good terms instead of leaving with a cloud hanging over us.
"I hope you'll come see me from time to time, Howard," she cried and I joined her, promising that I would.
"That's all I ask, that you come visit. I—I'll visit you two in the city too. I promise."
The hug that followed turned into a passionate kiss that took us into her bedroom where I fucked her once more. No, it was three times before I staggered out, dressed and grabbed my two suitcases and left. My mother remained in her bedroom.
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Thanks to Duane and his circle of horny housewives, I arrived at Stephie's with $27,000 in my bank account that only I knew about. What's more, Duane and I had decided to continue our little business, expanding it to the city, thanks to Claudia's wide number of female friends where the number of possible female clientele was endless.
But there was some trouble ahead in that I had to convince Stephie that my 'business plan' was workable. She feared that Duane and I would be arrested and that my mother would never forgive her for allowing me to do it.
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But I'm getting ahead of myself. My sister met me at the station and we took a cab back to her apartment. Enroute, she said, "Your timing is perfect by the way. Candy has already moved in with Wendell. The last of her stuff was gone by ten this morning.
"I've been thinking about our situation too. And there are some things we can do, even if we don't get married anytime soon. Common-law for instance; but the main thing is that we can be together, I won't let you drop out of school. I'll nag you relentlessly if you even think about it.
"Oh, Howie I won't get any sleep tonight!"
"Why?" I asked naively.
"Because I'll be thinking of you and that big dong swinging between your legs and how often I'll be able to use it, and how many ways I can use it, and ..."
I was rock hard thinking about some of those 'ways.' And as soon as we unloaded my stuff into the apartment we hopped into bed and rutted for several hours before we both collapsed, exhausted. I slept like a baby.
Seven hours later: "What do you want to do now, baby?" Stephie murmured tracing a finger over my mouth as I slowly recovered from my exertion, making it clear I could do anything I liked to her.
I grinned at her and pulled her closer by her perfect ass cheeks.
"Right now, Sissy, I want to find one of those fantastic bakeries near here. Or a deli ... I could eat a horse and a cow for dessert!"
Stephie giggled and hopped from the bed. I took in her fantastic upturned breasts as she pulled on her salmon colored panties.
"Now that you mention it, I could do with a little snack too. Come on, you slowpoke, get up! Get dressed! I thought you were hungry!"
We skipped out of her apartment and only when some passersby gave us a strange look did we realize we were causing people to notice us and we began walking normally although we continued to hold each other;\'s hand.
Four blocks away we came to a delicatessen and settled in at a small table for two.
As we ate, we chatted in low tones about what had happened, our chairs gradually moving closer to each other until we were sitting almost hip to hip. At some point, Stephie began feeding me choice tidbits of her food, and I did likewise with mine. It seemed to be the most natural thing in the world, occasionally leaning in to lick or kiss crumbs away from each other's lips, revealing our love to anyone who cared to look in our direction, and more than a few did. Some smiled and nodded. Some frowned distastefully and some laughed and went on their way, no doubt feeling better about life in general.
The dynamic between us had changed from being simply brother and sister--to lovers.
My sister paid the bill and left a sizable tip, telling me that since I now lived in New York I had better get used to leaving a generous tip whenever dining out.
"How much?" I asked.
"Generally I would say ..." She paused for a second, thinking, "Okay, in a better than average restaurant, 20% for normal service. For poor service, 10%. You must leave something. It's what they depend on, and the bus boys and dishwashers are part of it. So poor service doesn't mean leaving zero even through you may feel they don't deserve anything. There are others to consider."
"In a diner or the like, 15% is enough and if you see someone in your parry is stiffing the server, either prod them into leaving a tip, or add more of your own money to it."
As Stephie was sharing this information with me, I had an opportunity to see behind the scenes as a busboy racked plates of their leftovers, and a dishwasher started scrubbing them. I got the message loud and clear and never forgot it.
I also didn't forget how sexy my sister was, and had my hand up her dress as soon as the elevator doors closed behind us in her building.
Stephie giggled and shimmied against my hand. "You're such a naughty lover boy, Howie!"
"Am I?"
"Yes," she said as the elevator doors opened at her floor. "Just for that you have to spend twenty minutes just kissing my poochy as nice as you can!"
"Okay," I said and slipped a finger a little way into the tight little knot of her anus.
"EEEK!" She shrieked, and slapped at my hand before hurriedly rummaging in her purse for her keys.
Moments later in her bedroom, I began licking and tasting every square inch of her magnificent body. I started the usual way, kissing her on the mouth, but soon enough I had her toes in my mouth while caressing her calves as she moaned happily.
