***Author's Note -- While I've put this in incest and taboo category it would also qualify as 'Anal' so if this offends you please be warned. Also Editing Thanks to 'Ember'***
Jenny, my little sister, had a rough year the year my kids went off to college. She'd lost her job about a week before her husband, Eric, had first been laid-off. Eight months later the bank announced foreclosure on their home almost the exact same day her husband received notice that he was being called to service from out of the reserves and he would be spending at least the next year overseas.
My sister called my wife crying and there wasn't even a discussion before my wife told her to come and move into our guest bedroom until all of this could be sorted out.
When she moved in, instead of being any kind of burden, my sister immediately took to helping around the house. Both my wife and I work all week, and typically the house and yard work falls behind during the week and we spend the weekend catching up on it. My sister took over all of the cleaning, cooking, and she even took care of mowing the lawn and other miscellaneous yard work, suddenly my wife and I found our weekends freed for leisure time, and for us, it was an entirely new turn of events.
After a couple of weekends with the three of us just sitting around the house together watching movies on the tube we began to head out, first to the movie theaters, and then with my sister's insistence we began to hit the bars, and even a couple of clubs.
I felt a little strange at the clubs, to be honest, as most of the people were a decade or two my junior, but my sister seemed right at home. Of course my sister had barely turned 30 and I was 45, while my wife, Anne, was 39.
Perhaps I should take a moment to describe ourselves. My name is Mike and as I said; I'm mid-forty, with nearly all my hair, with spotted graying, blue grey eyes, and salt and pepper goatee/moustache, and a medium build going a little soft standing at 5'10.
My wife is curvy, not overly large, but full breasts and a nicely curved ass led up to by long shapely legs. Long dark hair, green eyes, just a shade over 5'7, and after 20 yrs together she still turns me on with just a little smile and a look.
My little sister has light hair, a sandy blonde that is usually bound in a bouncy pony tail. Lean and athletic, she has well muscled tanned legs that she loves to show off in short skirts and shorts. She's only about 5'5 and weighs probably 115 lbs soaking wet. Her eyes are a bright blue, and seem large in her heart shaped face, that has just a dusting of freckles over her pert upturned nose.
Anne seemed to be really enjoying the nights out, with the chance to truly unwind, enjoy a few drinks, dance and flirt. Jenny was also happy to go out and flirt and while neither meant anything in it, Jenny in particular got flirtier the more she drank.
I'd dance a couple of times, looking mostly like a duck having seizures, but I usually sat in a corner sipping a drink, listenning to the music and watching my wife and sister enjoy themselves on the dance floor.
There were other women who would flirt with me and even ask me out either to the dance floor or their apartments, and despite the encouragement of my wife and sister, I didn't return flirtations and politely sent them on their way. I was plenty content to watch my wife sway and bounce on the floor when I wasn't out there with her.
I'm not an overly jealous type, and on the occasion a guy danced with my wife I was not concerned, except twice when one would get a little handsy, then I stepped in and set the offender packing in no uncertain terms. I had to do the same for my sister as well, a couple times, each time my sister would lean and hang on me as if I were her husband or boyfriend not her brother.
Of course these aren't even the only times my sister hangs and leans on me, truth is just about everytime she's drinking she's pressing herself against me, in a way that would cause my pants to get a little tight in front, never mind she was my sister. I never believed it was a deliberate thing on her part either, she is already a flirt, a bigger flirt when drinking, and when she gets truly drunk she leans for support and continues right along being flirty until she passes completely out.
One Friday afternoon, I came home from work completely exhausted. I'd had a bad night's sleep and a rough day at work; I simply wasn't up for going out.
I came in the door to see my wife already wearing a plunging neckline shirt that brought ample attention to her cleavage, and a pair of tight jeans that showed off her ass perfectly. As I closed the door my sister came down the stairs in heels, a yellow and black plaid short-skirt, and a halter top that showed off her tight stomach and with a belly chain going around her meeting at her belly ring. The girls were dressed to kill and definately eager for a night out so I felt awful wanting to back out.
"It's okay hunny!" My wife said with a kiss when I explained, "Stay home, and get some rest. Jenny and I will have a girls' night out."
"That'll be awesome!" My sister said as she also gave me a hug. "You get some rest."
Less than an hour later one of Jenny's old high school friends was in the driveway honking, Jenny and Anne were out the door on their way to a night out on the town and I had the house to myself.
I changed out of work clothes into an old t-shirt, and loose fitting sweatpants, made myself a roastbeef sandwich, sat on my recliner with a beer in hand, and popped in a movie with more action than plot just so I could watch things explode.
Once my beer was empty I poured myself a glass of Scotch and set the bottle down next to me so refills would be easy. I sipped the Scotch through the completion of the current movie and into the next.
I began to notice it was getting late and was getting ready to call and check up on the girls when they came giggling and stumbling through the door a little after 2am.
"You ladies have fun?" I asked as I got up to greet them, finding myself a little unsteady on my feet as well.
"Hmmm, hmmm!" My sister hummed with a nod and a smile as she leaned into me, pressing her body against me as she kissed me on the cheek.
Despite myself, feeling her breasts pressed against me gave me a semi that I tried to adjust non-chalantly out of the way. My sister then brushed by me and collapsed on the couch.
Anne pressed into me for a kiss too, this time on the lips before she began to go limp with a giggle.
"Had a little to drink?" I asked.
"Just a little," My wife answered with a smile as she held up two fingers barely an inch apart from each other.
"Let me get you up stairs."
"Not tired." Anne argued, but even as she said it she leaned into me closing her eyes and sighing.
I got Anne upstairs with a combination of persuasion and actually carrying her on the last few steps. Once she was in bed, she almost instantly started snoring.
Gently I removed her clothing until she was down to just wearing her panties. I admired her mostly nude body, getting a firm erection before getting her under the covers. I then went back downstairs expecting to find Jenny passed out on the couch and needing to be carried upstairs. I was surprised to see her awake.
"Your wife is awesome." Jenny said with a smile.
"I know." I answered, "Need help up?"
"Thanks." She said holding up her hand, which I took to pull her to her feet.
Once on her feet she wobbled for a moment and then she kinda drooped forward. Throwing her arms around my neck, she leaned into me nearly toppling me.
She was pressed up against me for several long moments, just hanging there, breathing deep. Thanks to her heels, her face was nuzzled into my neck her lips delicately resting against me as I felt her take deep even breaths.
The erection I'd given myself looking at my mostly naked wife had begun to go down, but now it started to come back.
Jenny sighed a moment then kissed my neck gently.
"Love You." She said softly.
"Love you too, sis." I said, as I tried to get her too stand-up fully again.
Jenny stood up straight after another moment and looked me in the eyes. "I really love you." She said, and then she pressed her lips to mine.
If the kiss surprised me, the feel of her delicate tongue darting into my mouth nearly stopped my heart with shock, even as my own tongue twisted with hers out of instinct; and now my cock was fully at attention and looking for some action.
I pulled my tongue back as I regained control of myself and hopefully the situation. Gently I pushed my sister back, disengaging our lips.
"I love you too sis, but I think it's time for bed."
