Talking aloud to only the walls and herself, she vowed. "Oh, Rob, when you come home we will talk. I want to know everything.
"I want to hold you and feel you hold me. Yes, even have sex with you, if that is what you want. I love you my Robert."
The phone began to ring as she finished her loving thoughts.
"I Love You Unconditionally."
She rushed to the phone, hoping that it might be her Robert. She didn't answer it with the usual company name, just an excited, "Hello."
"Wow, Sis. You sound excited to hear from me. How'd you know it was me?"
She was only slightly disappointed, for this was the second most important and loved person in the world to her.
"Adam! Is everything all right? Are you Ok?"
His smiling voice came over the phone to her, bringing her the joy it always had. "Yeah Sis, everything's fine. I have some good news. I'm moving back here. I was just hired by Digi Graph, right here in Minneapolis, twenty miles from your house."
"Oh Adam, that's wonderful. We can spend lots of time together."
There was a pause in his answer and the line went dead. She looked at the phone in her hand. She was thinking that Adam may have been calling from his cell phone and the call had been dropped, when she heard his voice from behind her. "I was hoping you'd say that."
Her robe opened as she spun around and saw him standing in the entry door from the garage. She rushed to him and leapt into his open arms her feet off the floor, her arms around his neck and she began to kiss him. He held her, feeling the warmth of her exposed breast pressing against him, as he stepped in and pushed the door closed with his foot.
He was overjoyed at her unexpected response and the momentary view of her hairless pussy, with a small slender tattoo and her large round breasts instantly filled him with the same love and lust he had for her when they were so young.
He carried her like that to the sofa and laid her down. Neither saying a word as he pulled her robe open so he could assess and compare this new woman's body that he had never seen before, to the youthful one, that he had known and explored every inch of.
He was pleased to see the deep sparkle in her eyes was just as vibrant, her lips were the same full ones that he had loved to feel against his flesh. Her breasts were now better than twice the size they were, though their shape had hardly changed. Her nipples were the same as he remembered. He watched as they hardened and grew. He loved how, not only her nipple stiffened, but also her areola. Both had the same coloration and as they tightened and grew, they give her breasts the appearance of having large cone shaped nipples that seemed to scream, "Suck me!"
His vision now drifted down to her hairless pussy. He was disappointed that the soft patch of light honey brown hair was gone, replaced by a tattoo of a small otter with a face that seemed happy to see him. The otter's tail pointed to the top of Jane's slit, as if he was pointing the way to happiness.
Adam knelt on the floor and parted her legs, putting one over each shoulder. She scooted towards him as he bent his head and covered her bare pussy with his mouth. He started ever so slowly, exactly as he did so very many years ago. Jane was suddenly young again. Her brother, the only person in the family that ever loved her, was going to make her come as he did when she was young. Just the old memories were enough to make her wet.
Adam began sliding his long tongue over her hot outer lips, pushing them from side to side, as they began to engorge themselves. He ran his tongue down the middle, but did not penetrate her. The feeling made Jane push into his face.
When he felt her thrust into him, he began to suck on her outer lips, harder and harder he sucked, filling his mouth with her cunt. As she felt the first small tremble in her thighs, her eyes closed. She was excited as she began to remember the things that Adam would make her feel and was hopeful that they were about to happen again.
When Adam felt her tremble, he sucked her pussy as hard as he could and then released it. He pulled back so he could watch as her cunt opened up to him like a flower blooming, its petals opening, allowing him access to her sweet nectar. His mouth closed over her splayed pussy, the tip of his tongue darted into her and the taste brought old memories of their love making back. He began to work his tongue into her. First about one inch of it slid in and circled around the wet slippery walls several times before he withdrew it to savor the juice it extracted from her.
He then let his tongue work on her clit. Its tip playing with the small pink nub as Jane squirmed under the sensations it caused. Adam brought his tongue back to her opening and let two inches penetrate her. He was now able to reach her G-spot. He remembered exactly where it was and his tongue began to probe it.
Jane let out an involuntary gasp and her hand flew to her mouth. Her brain was telling her that she had to be quiet. She forced herself to lay there as she felt his tongue working on her, bringing her closer to her first orgasm.
His tongue was now applying the upward pressure that would make her come. Yes, Yes, her mind was crying out. She wanted to scream and she felt her jaw begin to ache from repressing her cries.
As soon as Adam felt her body go rigid and start to tremble from the strain of her orgasm, he pushed the rest of his tongue into her and began to make the tip of it flick around her pulsing walls.
Jane arched up; pushing against his back with her heals, trying to pull him closer as she pushed her cunt hard into his face. She couldn't restrain herself any more. She grabbed the throw pillow from under her head and pushed it into her face and open mouth as she screamed the cunt wrenching waves of her orgasm into it.
When she removed the pillow from her mouth and her ass was once again on the sofa cushions Adam gave a last lick around her insides, savoring the unchanged taste that he remembered from their youth.
As he lovingly licked the last of Jane's juices from her, he recalled his wife telling him, "If it wasn't for that tongue of yours and the fact that you know how to use it so well, I'd have married a young stud with money."
In public, she would often call him her silver-tongued devil. Many people thought she was referring to his speech patterns. Only her girl friends knew what she really meant. Linda was the type of woman who believed in kiss and tell, and loved nothing more than to describe, in lurid detail, the things Adam did to her with his tongue, whenever the girls would get-together. - God how he missed them both.
As he moved away from Jane, she noticed the change in his mood and his stature. She knew that there was only one thing that could take his mind off their sex. Something had triggered the memories of his wife and daughter. It would be two years now. This very August, when the bridge on interstate 35 collapsed and claimed the life of Linda and their sixteen-year-old daughter, Lisa, along with eleven other people. Two months later Adam sold everything and moved to Albany without so much as a word to anyone, except her.
Jane knew she had to change the mood. "It's my turn now," she said in as sexy a voice as she could muster.
She knelt on the floor in front of him and kissed him sweetly on the lips before moving her mouth to his ear and whispering, "Adam, remember that first night that I crawled into your bed? Neither of us knew what we were doing. The only thing that we both knew was that we liked the feeling of being held. We sensed from the start, that it was love. -- Lay back Adam and let me make quiet passionate love to you, just like we did twenty years ago."
Adam lay on the thick soft carpet and let Jane take control. She took off his loafers and sox. Unbuttoned his shirt, and then undid his belt, clasp and zipper.
Before yanking on them, she whispered, "Lift up."
He raised his hips as she removed boxers and pants in a single pull, exposing his flaccid cock that had a drop of clear pre-cum at its tip from his lost erection. Without a word, she took the soft member in her mouth and began to suck on it. It was a treat for Jane. She loved, but seldom got the chance to put a fully softened cock in her mouth and work it to life. She savored the feeling as she swirled her tongue around it, enjoying its softness and pliability. She held the spongy shaft in her lips as her tongue pushed his foreskin back over the head that was beginning to pulse. She felt his shaft turning in her mouth, as it got longer and more rigid, forcing her lips to part as it grew towards the back of her throat.
As his cock grew, Adam moaned as he felt his sister remove the sadness from his mind.
At the sound of his moan, she brought her head up and off his cock. She leaned toward his ear, saying softly, "Shush or they'll hear us."
Adam paused for only a moment before he realized that when Jane screamed into the pillow and now, when she told him to shush, that she was actually reliving the past. Those times, when they were in his bedroom in their parent's house.
Old memories began to resurface. Their father's rules. One of which was, no one touched anyone. His father's warped mentality made him say shit like; - It's a sin against God to enjoy the touch of a family member.
Jane never knew it, but their mother also suffered from the man's insanity. He wondered how both he and Jane were ever born, unless that's what his father meant when he would yell and rant about sin. How his children were conceived in it and how they embodied sin.
The pleasurable feeling of his prick sliding into Jane brought his focus back to the love he felt for his sister and the love she was showing him now.
Jane was flatfooted as she straddled Adam and worked the head of his cock between the still puffy and sensitive outer lips of her labia. When the head was in her, she had to pause to control herself. She wanted to plunge down on it, impale herself, grind her cunt into him, and scream. It had always been a fantasy of hers to yell - I'm fucking cumming! And shock her parents. She couldn't do that, she had to be slow and quiet.
She began her up and down humping over the head of Adams cock. God, it felt so good to her and she could feel the urge to come building in her. Her mind was telling her that she needed to make Adam come first. Once she felt him go, then she could allow his spasms to bring her over the top of her needed release.
Adam lay there rigid, playing into Jane's fantasy. It was difficult, he hadn't been with a woman in two years and now his sister was riding the head of his cock, driving him beyond endurance. He had to come.
