"Hey Brother, how's your love life?" came the chirpy voice of my sister from my phone, her usual opening greeting ringing in my ear. She was two years older than me, with a couple of early teenaged children. She'd moved up north a few years ago, following her husband's job, finding a nice family home which they were renovating. I didn't get to see her as often as either of us would have liked, somehow always finding something else that needed doing, but we tried to speak as often as we could.
I was still single, becoming an eternal bachelor, somehow never managing to find the right woman. I had tried plenty, and a couple had even made it past the year stage, one or two coming close to moving in, but something always seemed to come between me and that final commitment.
I searched for the right answer to her question, "Sporadic," seemed to fit best, "and yours?"
"Moribund," came the answer, "a job, two kids, a husband and general exhaustion seem to hold sway in our household. I haven't even had a holiday for a while, still trying to decorate the house and what with all the school trips I just never seem to have any time." I sympathised and we chatted for a while, bringing each other up-to-date on our lives.
"Anyway, the real purpose of my call is to see if I can come and stay with you for a couple of nights next month?"
"Sure, be glad to see you. There's nothing wrong is there?" I asked, suddenly concerned.
"No, not at all, an old school friend of mine is getting married for the second time and I've been invited to the wedding at Westbury Manor, just down the road from you. Phil has to work and although I'd like to stay the night there, it's horrendously expensive and I really would like to see you. I'll probably take the opportunity to catch up with a few others as well while I'm there, so can I stay Friday, Saturday and Sunday nights? A friend will have the kids, they'll have a ball at a weekend sleepover and I'll have a chance to get away for a bit."
She gave me the dates and I checked my diary, confirming that would be no problem, and we chatted for a while longer before hanging up. I put my phone down and reflected, it would be good to see her again, we'd been close as kids, sure we fought like cat and dog at home sometimes, but to the outside world we were fiercely protective of each other. I'd always looked up to her, she was after all a couple of years older than me, then when I outgrew her, the roles sort of reversed, both physically and emotionally.
We'd both been tall and skinny, then puberty hit and she developed curves and then my chest broadened, helped by my love of sport. As a teenager I'd started to look at her differently, and yes I do admit to spying on her sometimes, trying to get a look at her body, regrettably with very little success.
These days she'd filled out a bit, her curves softer, her breasts much bigger and fuller and I loved it when she hugged me, feeling them against my chest. Her husband Philip seemed a nice guy, we'd never had much in common, but he treated her well and had always welcomed me whenever I'd been to their home. To be honest, I had been a little jealous of him, just because he was married to my sister.
My mind flicked to when they moved in together, then got married, perhaps that was when I first got jealous, when I knew they were having sex together. I got my fair share of it then, but when I saw them looking at each other, I could see that they seemed to have something I didn't.
I pushed those thoughts away and got on with my work, my company encouraging me to work at home for two days a week, allowing me some flexibility in how I worked. I started to think about Sarah's visit, it didn't sound as though we'd be spending an awful lot of time with each other, and very little cooking involved, but it was nice to have at least a rough idea of a plan for her visit.
The time rolled by, and the day of her arrival came. She'd be driving down, a journey of about four hours and planned on being with me late afternoon on the Friday, so I worked from home that day, keeping an eye open for her car. Finally about five o'clock a smart silver Qashqai indicated right and swung onto the drive. I peered out trying to look through the windscreen and saw it was her, well it looked very much like her, but her hair was different, cut shorter into a bob and much lighter than I remembered from our recent video chats.
She got out and stretched her arms out and round, her breasts pushing against the tightness of her tee shirt. She was wearing jeans, fitted snugly round her bum and she looked great. I went to the front door and opened it as she approached. "Sis! You made it then?"
"Yeah, no problems, most of the traffic was going the other way." I looked at her as she approached me, her arms wide open for a hug, she looked as though she'd lost a bit of weight, but in the right places, her breasts and pert bum still nicely curvy, with a seemingly much trimmer waist. I pulled her in tight, and we kissed properly, on the lips as we'd always done.
"Looking good Sarah," I commented, "and a new car to boot!"
"Thanks Davy, what with this wedding coming up and middle age starting to creep up on me, I decided something had to be done, so I joined the gym, started swimming and modified my diet. So far so good, and as for the car, well the old one was starting to cost money, so we bit the bullet." I went back out with her and we unloaded her case and a long dress carrier and I helped her in with them.
"You're in your old room, be just like old times." When our parents had died, both succumbing to illness within a few years of each other, I'd moved into our old family home, buying Sarah out, and although I'd modernised it, it still felt like home to both of us.
"Great, let me unpack some of this stuff and freshen up, then I think it's definitely wine o'clock." We struggled up the stairs with her case and I left her to it, returning downstairs and finishing off my work for the day, just as she came down the stairs.
"Love the new bathroom Davy, that shower looks good enough to have a party in." I was indeed very pleased with the new bathroom, especially the big shower with all round jets, it was just what I needed most mornings to get me going. "Bet you've had some fun in there!" I blushed, remembering that I had in fact "christened" the shower not long after it was finished with an old girlfriend, with whom I had an on/off relationship, neither of us wanting to commit, but both of us enjoying a healthy sex life with each other when the fancy took us.
Sarah noticed my look and grinned, "Marie?" she questioned, knowing of our rapport. I nodded as she continued, "When are you two going to settle down? Marie's a lovely girl, you'd be so happy together."
"Nag, nag, nag," I replied, "I like my life like my women, footloose and fancy free," I assured her, although deep down I did wonder if she wasn't right. "Enough of this, I've got some of your favourite wine in the fridge, let's go and sit down."
I got her a glass of wine and a beer for myself and we sat down and talked about this and that, my life, her marriage, the kids, continuing over dinner and before we knew it the time had passed and it was time for bed, Sarah suddenly looking tired. "You go up," I offered, "I'll just finish up down here and I'll see you in the morning." We kissed and hugged and I watched her backside go up the stairs, hearing her go into the bathroom.
I left it for a while and then went up myself, seeing the bathroom empty and her bedroom door shut and got myself ready for bed. I slipped in and gave my cock a brief tug before switching off the light and falling asleep.
Daylight was streaming in when I woke, my cock already hard with my normal morning wood. Automatically my hand found it and gave it a friendly stroke, sliding up and down sending a pleasurable feeling through my body. I let my mind wander, recollecting past sexual encounters, the bodies of the women I had known, my mind finally turning to Sarah. She was definitely as attractive as any of them, more than most and I let myself dream a little about her naked, wondering what she would look like.
Suddenly I could feel myself cumming, my orgasm hitting me like an express train, rising up through my balls, cum erupting from my cock, spraying over my chest and stomach. A little shame faced at that, I grabbed a few tissues and mopped myself up, then slipping on a dressing gown in deference to my visitor I got up and went in the bathroom, seeing Sarah's door still shut. I went downstairs and put the kettle on, standing staring out of the kitchen window idly scratching my balls, when I heard a voice behind me.
"You're up early for a Saturday, couldn't sleep?" I turned to see Sarah, bed hair still tousled, dressed in a pair of jogging pants and an sweatshirt, and from the way her breasts moved under it, I surmised that was all she wore. She approached me and gave me a light hug and a peck on the lips, settling herself down at the table.
"Tea or coffee?" I offered.
"Tea please," she replied, watching as I grabbed two mugs, put a tea bag in each and poured the boiling water on. She declined sugar, so I poured some milk in and sat down with her.
