Setting the Stage
I knew a secret about my sister that I’ve carried for years. Not a secret really, but a collection of memories from her younger years. It was this: She got extremely horny any time she drank. I don’t know how many, if any, of her friends or boyfriends ever noticed this but in my years of growing up with her, sharing the house the way we did - I had. It’s not that she was a slut either. She tended to have regular boyfriends, real relationships and she did not ‘put out.’ But those nights she came home drunk, I could see it in her eyes. The desire, and she would rub herself into the furniture watching TV with me, even touch herself for a little while before she went to bed. I loved watching her those nights, her raw sensuality. And I envied her looks, her sexuality and popularity. Anyway, it didn’t matter much anyway, I was her brother. . .
My sister Teresa moved away at 18 (I was 16) and got married when she was 19 to a really great guy. I was married quite a bit later when I was 24. My sister’s marriage was falling apart the year that Sophie and I were married, and before our first years anniversary we began receiving these frantic calls from T (what I liked to call her). I mostly talked to her, consoled, listened, gave advice; and we got very close, like when we were younger in our teenage years and through it all Sophie was very supportive.
Then came the day I got the call, “Jack, I need a break. I’m too overwhelmed. I’m going to snap. I just need a week away. Can I stay at your house?”
“Uh, sure. I need to check with my wife, but yeah. It should be fine.”
I knew it would be, my wife Sophie and my sister T got along great.
We made the arrangements, she was going to come Saturday night the following weekend and stay seven days. Both Sophie and I were busy with our work and we knew that T did not have a job so she would basically be hanging around our house during the week. But we really didn’t mind - that’s what families are for.
And then I did something two days before she was to arrive. I don’t know why, it was almost unconscious. I went to the store and bought a case of really good wines; and a couple expensive bottles of Irish Whiskey (my sister’s favorite). My wife and I keep virtually no alcohol in the house, and I passed it off as the liquor store having a huge sale (a lie) and the fact that we would be entertaining all week (the truth).
Day One - Arrival
T showed up Saturday afternoon, she is dishwater blonde, petite and still adorable - a little girls face. She had this wonderful loose, innocent and languid sensuality about her. Her mouth was wide and full, red; and her smile broad filled with white teeth. She had wonderful curves, narrow waist and well defined ass. Really great. Actually, I can’t say that when she came to the door I really noticed all these things but that’s T. She walked in with her bags, wearing a pair of jeans and lovely body shaping low cut T-shirt.
Sophie is not like T at all, she is thinner, smaller breasts, very blonde shorter hair, a little bit lighter skin tone, more of that Scandinavian look (which she is). Sophie had deep blue eyes to T’s grey/green.
T was pretty quiet and down as we showed her around, set her up in her room, fixed a nice dinner and sort of sat and watched television. She thanked us profusely, sat on the couch in her jeans and low cut top (was I noticing now?). And it was a pretty quiet evening. She went and changed into some amazing red silky pajamas beneath a thin black robe she let hang open, which is totally her style from my memory. She sat with us a little longer, head laying on the sofa, and then went to bed about nine.
Sophie looked at me when she was gone and said, “Wow, she’s pretty upset. I’ve never seen her that quiet.”
“I told you.”
One other thing to add to this story. We have a big hot tub that sits out on the back deck, set back from the house in amongst some shrubs and trees. We love it, had it installed about two years ago while we were still just living together. Sophie and I have a great sex life and it now includes that hot tub.
We use it about three times a week or so and after T went to bed, Sophie came over sat on my lap and breathed in my ear, “Come on lets go into the tub.” And she started tugging at my shirt pulling it out of my pants and then unbuttoning me. I looked up at her blue soft eyes and wet lips, kissed her and lay my hands on her breasts while tugging at her top. We tongued and undressed slowly.
“We need to keep the lights out though,” I said looking back toward the bedroom where T was. “You can see the tub through her window.”
“Oh, uh Ok, she’s probably asleep now anyway. Come on.” And Sophie rose seductively, taking my hand and pulling me along.
We left a little trail of clothes out to the tub. Needless to say I had a great evening.
Day Two
Next morning I was in the kitchen in sweats fixing my morning coffee and T came out wearing her red pajamas and open muslin robe. Black and red. These pajamas were damn fine, loose silk shorts and silk top and not fully buttoned. I could see her tummy. God she looked good. Then Sophie came out in a robe covering the smallest of negligees which - though it was invisible under the robe - I knew was there. Damn, I’m in heaven I thought. I handed coffees all around.
T leaned against the counter staring at her morning cup of coffee, hair hanging down, disheveled, and said straight away, “I didn’t know you guys have a hot tub.”
Sophie and I looked at each other. I replied matter of fact, “We, uh, put it in awhile ago. It’s great. We love it.”
T looked at Sophie, and then at me, “I bet you do.”
Did she see us?
Sophie just said, “It’s nice,” sipping her coffee and glancing again at me.
T had this expression on her face that was interesting. She kept looking down and then sidelong at the both of us. Somehow the topic raised a sexual tension in the room, and considering how freshly fucked Sophie looked just now I think she got a little shy. There was a pause, and then Sophie just took her cup and walked into the living room.
“Did I embarrass her?” T mouthed at me.
“She’s fine.”
