It was a dark and snowy night. Not only snow but an icy blast of wind.
Neither my sister nor I liked this kind of weather any longer, she was 73 and I was two years younger.
For the last twenty years, since her divorce, we had both been living in my small house. Whereas I had never married she now had three adult sons whom I rarely saw nowadays. There were some other children who would never know to call me father, but by now they were probably parents themselves.
When she had to sell her house as part of the divorce settlement she had been left with quite a bit of capital, at least in my eyes, and this came in very useful. She needed a place to live on her own and I needed a new roof on my little house. She paid for it and we agreed she had bought herself a third share in the house.
Still though, there was no reason for us to spend our money wastefully. That was why we were spending the night in the same room once more, something we had not done for over six decades. Our parents had not been well enough off for us to have separate rooms and they needed room to be actively parenting in their bed.
After our hot chocolate drink I rinsed the mugs while she was getting into her bed. Then I went through and made ready to get into mine.
I paused just before climbing under the covers, thought of the coldness under them against the warmth near my big sister's pink and red nightgown and turned left instead of right.
It was still cold but not so bad as if we had been in separate beds.
Her muffled voice asked me if I was all right.
I lay on my back as still as I could till my teeth stopped chattering and asked if she could hear the hailstones outside. She could.
After a while she rested a hand on my chest, then her forearm. I knew I would not erect. Or even respond. But the bed was beginning to feel more comfortably warm and relaxing.
So I did respond, by lightly stroking big sister's hairy arm, just the outside of the forearm. Just a little, then we lay quiet again with our own thoughts. In the way that people sometimes jerk when they wake she suddenly clasped me a little tighter.
Now when I say clasped, it can be quite a force. She is shorter than me but considerably heavier and when you carry that weight all day you need strength just to move yourself.
My fingers were still on her arm and they fell down either side. Now they were nearly touching the underside of her forearm. If she had hairs there she would certainly know where she was being tickled.
She flattened her hand and slid it inside my pajamas to touch my chest. I responded by holding her underarm, ever so lightly, but enough to let her know that I was there. After all, she was looking for comfort and security. Some more hail rattled against the window and I held her a little tighter for a moment.
"You all right?"
"Yes. Its cold." And bits of her wobbled a bit closer to me while she pulled me back to her. Our bodies weren't touching but I could feel the heat from her.
I let my hand move so that my fingertips brushed the inside of her forearm and let it guide me towards her wrist. We weren't going to cum or anything messy like that.
"Hold me tighter", she urged, as she started to grip my chest with her fingernails.
The shock jerked me towards 'machine mode' where I regard a woman as an opportunity for a ride, and I slid my fingers up to her elbow. The inside is the most sensitive but almost all of it except the point is worth working. I worked on the underside of it then lifted it higher in the air.
She responded by sliding her hand down my chest, towards my stomach. Once her hand moved off my ribs it would surprise her by suddenly slipping down onto my stomach.
Her elbow was straighter now so I could touch the inside of it with my thumb and rub gently. One way to influence the feelings in the rest of her body.
As her hand fell down the slope from my ribcage to my stomach I gripped the whole elbow and held her. To control her. She was going to be my toy.
I imprisoned her hand my laying my other hand over her's and we lay still for a rest.
Then we lay enjoying each others warmth and slowly drifted off to sleep.
When I woke she was kneading my penis as if it was putty in her hand. I swallowed very slowly but it was enough to let her know I was awake.
"Its not very big."
"Oh!" and I thought, 'just wait'.
I also thought of her old vagina. It must be dry and stiff. I could force it open but that would not be very nice at breakfast time. Her babies would certainly have widened it but I had no clue what tears there had been or what exercises she had done.
Anyway, that was more than thirty years behind her. I had some slight trepidation about entering a woman more than seventy years old.
But then I felt that basic feeling in the pit of my stomach that she was going to have me in her tonight regardless.
Our dissimilar shapes and weights were only a problem to be overcome.
Again I began to work on her elbow and as I touched her upper arm she used what I called her 'alluring' voice.
"Won't you touch me?"
I knew what she meant and changed hands. My right hand crossed my chest to work on her arm and my left arm drew her closer to my body. Then my hand dropped down behind her to feel her cheeks. They were big. Also very warm and soft.
My hand worked the center of each one and then ran round the huge smooth arc, down to the top of each thigh. The feel of them was rather pleasant. Meanwhile she became more active with her hand on my penis.
"Do you like what I am doing to you? I can feel it growing."
"Yes. Your hand is lovely and it holds me so well."
