It had been eighteen months since my sister Jess and I had got back together, after the death of our parents and here we were living and working together. Life had been a roller coaster this last year and a half for sure. From estranged siblings, to lovers, to co-workers. It was a heady existence and I never, ever took any of it for granted. I loved Jess with all my heart and she, bless her, felt the same about me.
One night after a pretty unproductive and frustrating day we returned home and I scratched together a pasta meal. Now I'm no genius at reading peoples thoughts but judging by the way Jess, my sister, was pushing the food round her plate there was a problem. I smiled as she looked up.
"OK spill it, what's wrong, not enough cheese? too much tomato? Pasta a little too 'al dente' for you?"
Jess frowned and continued to push her fork through her food. Looking at me with her big sad eyes as she smiled awkwardly.
"It's not the food, it's..." She trailed off looking pensive.
"The job, then?" I raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah, pretty much, it's just..."
"Can't work with me anymore, just not gelling, perhaps?"
"NO! definitely not, that's good, trust me. It's just, well I'm not leading a front line team anymore and I just feel, I don't know... a bit of a spare part." she finished lamely.
"What we do is important, we may not see the results firsthand but it is important, you have to understand that Jess. We are making a difference."
"I really hate that phrase, it's so hollow, unrealistic. Perhaps I should just step down and go back to the old job?"
"Like they're going to welcome you back with open arms Little Sister, you'll be treading on someones toes."
"True, but I need something different, I don't know, something more..."
"Less desk more action?"
Jess laughed and picked up her phone as it began to buzz and ring.
"Hello, Oh hello Ma'am, yes of course, certainly, yes he is, is there any... OK thank you."
She put the phone down and looked at me.
"That was the Boss, she wants to come over, it's funny she's not been in that much this last couple of weeks, wonder if she's up for a promotion?"
"OK, so how long 'til she gets here?" I asked and winked.
"Mmmm, less than twenty minutes, but forget it, I'm going to eat this delicious pasta meal you cooked for me."
Smiling she began to push forkful after forkful into her tiny beautiful mouth,
"Mmmm, lovely," she managed through the food, her cheeks bulging and her eyes twinkling. "Ohh more, more, I'm positively wet with the thrill of it all."
"Moist," I said, "I like moist", I grinned as I stood and moved towards her.
"No!" she said as she tried to stand and sprayed food onto the tablecloth.
"Oh yes!" I said loudly as I reached her and crushed her to me.
"Dave," she cried and I saw her looking at my shirt, which now sported a beautiful bolognese kiss on the chest, I grinned and leaned in to kiss her delicious lips, we traded tongues and food scraps, she giggled as I clutched her small and tight arse in my hands.
"No, No, stop the Boss is coming over and..." the rest was lost as I kissed her again. I could feel my cock growing in my pants, but it was held back by them and my trousers. I felt her grind her pelvis against me and tightened my grip on her taut buns.
"Ohh God I'm going to cum, you bastard I'll look like a bloody tomato when she gets here."
I saw the spread of her flush from her chest to her cheeks, she sagged against me and sighed.
The doorbell rang and I slipped away to answer it, leaving Jess holding the table, bright red and grinning.
