All characters over the age of 18
There was a knock at the door, I opened it and there stood a vision of beauty....
My mum had passed away 10 weeks ago, I was tidying up her house slowly room by room. Throwing away years of collected possession's that I did not need. I kept a few thing's that were sentimental and collected clothes to send to a charity shop.
I was an only child, my dad had left mum when I was about 8, he decided that his secretary was better for him than mum and I. He showed up a couple of times for birthday and Christmas but soon stopped and I'd not seen him since.
I am Ben, 37 years old and single. My career had taken all of my time since leaving University, I had set up a business which was very successful to the point that I sold it for more money than I could ever need 3 years ago. I still work for them on a consultancy basis, 2 or 3 days a month, I don't need the money but it keeps me occupied.
I had had a couple of serious relationships over the years but mostly casual dates / hook ups whilst away working, so just felt had not met the 'right' one yet.
Back to the house, I had purposely left mum's bedroom and office until last knowing that that is where the most memories and sadness would lie.
I have my own house, but when mum got ill, I moved to her house, that I had bought her, to care for her in her last months.
Going through her wardrobe, finding dresses she had worn to a particular event with me, or her favourite everyday jumper's, I was struggling with the emotion.
There was a knock at the door, I opened it and there stood a vision of beauty....
"Oh..err hello," this lady said.
She was I guess a little older than me, brown hair in a ponytail, very attractive face, wearing a fitted summer dress that accentuated her large breasts. The dress finished just above the knee, she had 3 inch heels.
"I..I'm really sorry to bother you, but does Diane Barber live here?" she asked nervously.
"Errr..,. she did why?" I asked suspiciously.
"Oh, do you know where she has moved to," she enquired.
"Can I ask who you are, and why do you want her? I asked. My voice may have sounded harsh, but I was annoyed someone would be asking after her, assuming everyone knew she had passed.
The lady had tears in her eye's, "I..I'm sorry, my name is Theresa, but I need to speak to her," came the reply.
"You better come in," I said in a softer tone.
I took her through to the lounge and sat her down.
"Diane was my mum, but she passed away 10 weeks ago," I told her.
Teresa, burst in to tears, sobbing uncontrollably. I didn't know what to do so, sat next to her and put my arm round her to comfort her.
"I can't believe it, I have been looking for her for so long and have missed her by 10 weeks," she managed to say between sobs.
"Why were you looking for her?"
"I..I think she was my mum!"
She looked at me her brown eyes still filled with tears but with a vulnerability. I didn't know what to say I was in shock.
After a pause, she reached for her bag and pulled out a folder. Within the folder lots of paper, she brought out a copy of a birth certificate showing Teresa Jones, mother Diane Jones (mum's maiden name), and father unknown.
"I was adopted 6 weeks after I was born and found out on my 18th Birthday. My life just fell apart, I felt like my whole life was a lie. I have been searching for her ever since." she explained.
"So how old are you," I asked.
"I'm 40, how old are you?"
"37," I responded.
I was still dubious that this lady was my half sister, Mum or anybody else for that matter had never said a word about a pregnancy.
Over the next couple of hours, Teresa and I talked and she provided more documentation from her adoption file, that seemed to prove beyond doubt that she was indeed my sister.
It was late, neither of us had eaten, so I suggested she stay the night but I would order a pizza for now.
She agreed, I made up the 2nd spare room for her.
We eat, but after an emotional afternoon we were both exhausted so went to bed. I let her go to the bathroom first. She had a shower and we passed on the landing when she had finished, she was wrapped in just a towel. I noticed her legs were long and tanned below the bottom of the towel. Then thought she would probably be naked as she was not expecting to stay, I started getting a feeling in my cock.. 'stop it, she's my sister' I told myself.
I woke up, I could hear that Teresa was already up. I went downstairs, she was making a cup of tea. She was wearing the same dress as yesterday, but without a bra!
I then started to wonder, did she have pants on? 'stop it' I thought.
Teresa was my sister but I didn't know anything about her.
Over the next few days, we discussed our lives. She, up until the bombshell of finding out she was adopted, had a nice childhood. After finding out at 18, she went off the rails a little bit, drinking, smoking and falling in with the wrong crowd. She told me at 21 she got pregnant to a man she was living with, but she knew he was wrong, so she left him before he found out about the baby. Chloe was born, and that was the catalyst for Teresa to sort her life out.
She went to college, studied hard and now has a good job as a PA to the MD of a finance house.
Teresa, out of the blue, came over and hugged me and held me tight. I could feel her tits squashed against my chest, it immediately sent a rush to my cock which she must of felt. I was embarrassed but she just held on. She was wearing a different summer dress, one a little shorter than the one she wore on the day we met.
"Ben, thank you for being here and understanding. You could have just told me to fuck off and have nothing to do with me," she said softly.
"It's not a problem, I think you have proved that you are my sister. My problem is I find you attractive as I'm sure you can feel." I said embarrassed.
"Thank you, the moment I saw you there was an instant connection too. I have the same feeling between my legs," she replied.
"Ben, I know we have not known each other at all long, but I trust you and need to tell you something about my life," she said quietly.
I cautiously said "Go on.."
She took a deep breath "Chloe and I have always been close, the two of us against the world. But when she was 18, we started a relationship, a sexual relationship." She looked at me with her deep brown eye's for some sort of reassurance.
"Ok" was all I could say. I wasn't disgusted or judgemental, it was just a bit of a shock! If anything In was a little turned on.
She carried on "It is obviously a big risk for me to tell you this, I have only just met you and you have been so kind to me that I don't want to lose you now that I've only just found you. But I feel that I can trust you."
She leant up and kissed my cheek, but then went for my lips. I didn't respond, but she swished her tongue across my lips. That was the trigger, I responded, my tongue found hers and they wrestled while our lips mashed together. This was not a love making kiss but a full urgent and passionate kiss.
