CHAPTER 1
Connie was not very pleased when she heard about my elder sister Nikki’s visit the coming week. Like all other women in the world, Connie, my dear wife of last three years, too did not seem to like the company of my relatives, certainly not when they plan to stay with us for a couple of days. Nevertheless, I consider this as natural trait to a woman, and therefore I did not blame her for her feelings.
The call from Nikki came last night while Connie and I were getting ready for dinner. It was quite surprising, as I almost did not have any contact with Nikki for about last five years; when she married a foreigner and left the country. I used to receive occasional calls from her, though I never called her back. Her last call came about six months ago, when she informed me that she was getting divorce, but did not have any plans to return and would continue with her job there itself.
Last night, it was completely different. She sounded very excited as she communicated me that she had got an overseas transfer and a posting in same city where I was residing. She told me since she had not met Connie and me for a very long period; therefore, she would like to stay with us for a couple of days. She also asked me to help her in finding a good apartment where she could stay afterwards.
To be honest, I was not very enthusiastic about her visit, as I felt that my life at the moment was not going very smoothly and somehow I wanted to avoid her. Still, seeing her eagerness I could not refuse her. Another reason was probably that I loved my sister very much, and she was my only close relative around after our parents parted ways and now had been living happily with their new partners. I had not seen my parents, ever since they divorced and walked their separate ways. Therefore, the prospect of meeting with one of my closest and dearest relative certainly had some merit.
I told my decision to Connie. As I had expected, she was not very pleased. However, I persisted and tried to reason with her. After some deliberation for some time she agreed reluctantly. I know my wife very well, the most affable and nicest personality around. I had been leading an excellent married life for the last three years. Lots of love – lots of fun—we had every thing. I always considered myself as the luckiest person on the earth.
She was a data entry operator in a small computer firm. Not very ambitious, Connie was quite contented with her job. However, six months back her firm went bankrupt. Connie lost her job. Initially we thought that the recession would not lost long and soon she would get another job. However, it did not happen. Connie remained jobless.
Things started changing there after. Connie became frustrated after waiting for a new job. Her behavior changed slowly and she became cynical. It also affected our sex life. We were still having sex, but I could feel the natural warmth was slowly going out of it. I always loved to fuck Connie and have no hesitation in saying that she is the best lay I ever had. I always called her my personal whore. Gradually, she had become more of a passive partner and I did not relish the thought of my personal whore converting into a dead fish. I would not say that my marriage was on the rocks, however it was certainly passing through the worst phase of our life.
I had full sympathy with Connie. I could understand her frustration, because I knew that probably I too would have reacted in the same way. However, her problem had turned her completely off from sex and that’s what was bothering me the most.
My wife Connie, a petite brunette of about 5’3” was the best thing that had happened to me. Her ancestors had migrated from Spain, though she had never been there. Even after many generations, she had inherited a perfect tanned curvaceous body. She is a exceptionally beautiful woman of 26, with dark brown hair, which lay in soft curls over her shoulders, a small oval face with dark piercing eyes and full pouting lips that would sure make any heart skip a beat.
She is even more gorgeous in her birthday suit. Soft spongy boobs that fit perfectly to her exquisite body, flat naval, long shapely legs and the most mouth watering puffy mount of her sex nicely covered with a dense dark brown patch of thick trimmed furs. I always loved to feel the dense, crispy hairs of her sex, and so I never let her shave her cunt.
I first met Connie during the first year of my post graduation and immediately realized that she was the kind of girl I would like to marry. Later, I came to know that Connie also felt the same way. Although she had been dating another guy that time, but they soon broke up and after that she was all mine. We dated for about two years and finally got married when I landed into a good job.
I loved my wife very much and wanted to help her. I wanted my personal whore back into my bedroom, where she would make me wet my pants just by showing her naked charms in the most titillating way.
Therefore, it was natural that I was not very excited about my sister’s visit. However, I felt that Connie might feel little better in the company of Nikki and probably would forget her frustrations at least for a brief period. My sister, I knew, is a glib talker and a gifted raconteuse and probably that’s why she chose specialization in HR for her management degree. She loved to deal with people and given a chance she would readily unarm even the hardest nut. I felt that she might be able to help Connie.
Last year we had purchased and shifted to our new residence from our tiny two-bedroom apartment in a multistoried building. Our present house was situated in the suburbs, quite a distance from the main city. We now had three bedrooms, two on the ground floor and one on first floor, a spacious living room and every thing that could provide us a comfortable stay. We did not have any kids and so, we had been mainly using our bedroom and living room only.
Two days later Nikki arrived. Connie and I received her at the airport. Nikki and Connie were meeting for the second time. Last time Nikki had met Connie when I was dating her. It was a very brief meeting and we knew that in a week’s time she would leave the country. Nikki was abroad at the time of our marriage and she could not attend it because of her assignments.
Both women hugged each other.
“You look beautiful, honey.” My sister appreciated my wife. Then she turned to me. “You’re sure a lucky guy junior.”
My elder sister had always called my junior.
“I know it.” I hugged her and peaked at her cheeks. For a brief moment, her mild elegant perfume filled my nostrils.
I looked at my sister. She is thirty-five, almost five year older than me, but she appeared mush younger; a delicately chiseled facial features with deep blue eyes, a sharp pointed nose and full cherry lips. Her raven black curly hair were long, going below her shoulder and gave her strange exquisite look. Nikki knew about it and she always used it to her full advantage. She has a good height, almost reaching to 5’7’’.
I always felt that she had a great body but never had any opportunity to witness it. From the very beginning, my sister was a very dominating sibling, always getting her way by hook or crook. In comparison to her, I would say that I was rather meek and never tried to reason with her. I never won an argument with her. I always remained a nice little kid brother to her and that in a way helped me a lot. We were a great company before she decided leave the country and settle abroad.
We collected her luggage. Our house is about an hour drive from the airport. On the way, Nikki slowly started the conversation, and I observed silently as she drawn Connie smoothly into it. They chatted happily during the brief journey.
Connie and I had decided that Nikki would be given the first floor bedroom. In this way, she would be isolated during odd periods and we would not have to worry about losing our privacy. I shifted Nikki’s luggage to her assigned room, then we all settled in the living room.
Connie was slowly opening up, and soon I found that they were getting along very well. I did not speak much, other than answering the occasional questions from Nikki. If I was afraid that Nikki might sense Connie’s reluctance and might feel offend, it was unfounded. Connie was completely at ease with Nikki and she played a perfect host. She appeared to be enjoying my sisters company.
After a while, Nikki excused herself and retired to her room. Connie and I remained in the living room.
As Nikki disappeared on the stairs, Connie drew close to me.
“I hope everything is going fine.” I gently kissed her on lips.
