know the expression that family comes first, but I don't think they meant the orgasm I'd just given my sister is what they meant.
Do we regret it? No, although I'm sure there will be some soul searching to come. How did we get there? And was it planned or just simply stepping stones that made it inevitable?
A beginning
I suppose all this started with a confluence of events that occurred over the last 4 months. Starting off with the shocking declaration that my younger sister Pam was getting divorced. I suspected that her marriage was not as rosy as she painted it, but some of that might have been me projecting after my own divorce over 2 years ago.
At the time, I'd been a mess and my parents insisted I move back in with them rather than jump into getting a new place too quickly. They were right as I'd see two many men my age who went off the rails and spent money like water and dated inappropriately young women.
Naturally, my sister ribbed me about moving back into our parents' home when I was 38, but I told her to wait until she was in the same situation. Something I regret now, of course. Originally, I'd intended to only stay a month or two, but I discovered my parents, both in their 70s, had fallen for the idea of a gated retirement community.
My father wanted to fix up the house and then sell it. But being dad, he refused mum's idea to get all of their stuff put into storage and take an extended holiday while the builders blitzed through 20-plus years of neglected maintenance. Despite having no experience, he wanted to do the work himself.
I was trained as an engineer and I'm good with my hands and problem solving, but I'd been pushed into management and I offered to help dad with the house. Partially to get my hands dirty again, but mostly to stop him knocking more off the value of the house by his shoddy work.
Living with my parents as an adult was weird, but not as bad as I feared. Their only stipulation was no lady friend visitors. Which, after my divorce, was something I had little interest in.
Every day after we heard about Pam's upcoming divorce, mum would go on and on about how bad she must be feeling. But as we lived on the other side of the country and she was afraid of flying, there was no way she could persuade dad to drive cross-country to visit her.
Then something came up at work. One of our branches had their two senior managers leave at the same time. Leaving the branch rudderless, as nobody else was experienced enough to do more than basic day to day work. My boss called for volunteers to be seconded there for 3 to 6 months and nobody picked up the offer.
Times were tough and it was as likely that whoever went would simply go there to shut the branch and sack all the staff. Which was not something anyone wanted to do. As the boss got more exasperated, I read the writing on the wall and put myself forward. We were bloated with middle to upper managers in our branch and taking one for the company would improve my chances if there were layoffs in the future.
At least I was single with no kids to worry about, so it would be easier for me. Until I found out my living allowances would be negligible. Which came as quite a blow as my parents had not charged me rent, claiming my work renovating the house was rent enough.
Then my mum came up with a Machiavellian scheme, which was quite impressive. Pam had bought a rundown one bed home and hadn't the money to spare to get it fixed up. Mum suggested that I stay with her as the branch I was going to was driving distance from her place. I could sleep on the couch and in my evenings and weekends help fix up Pam's new home as I'd done with my parents.
This also meant I'd be there to support my sister and report back daily to tell mum how she was really doing.
My sister and I had been close as kids, right up until she reached puberty. From that point, she was moody and irritable. Likely to go off on one at a moment's notice and I was advised by my parent's to avoid her if possible. Something I took to heart, but it was hard in our small three bed house.
Just after she turned 18, and I was 20, I moved out to share a house with friends and we hardly saw each other. When I visited home, she was always out with friends. So we only met up at family events like anniversaries, birthdays and weddings. At my wedding she warned me I'd made a mistake, and it turned out she was right. But it took me 10 years to figure that out myself.
I spent several hours talking to my sister about mum's proposed plan, the longest I'd talked to her combined in the last 20 years and worked out if it was a good idea. Although we both carefully avoided talking about the details of our marriages failing.
I was worried that she'd want to start dating again. As a girl, she never went without a boyfriend for more than a few days. Sleeping on her sofa would be an issue if she were. But she admitted she had absolutely no desire to think about that for a long time to come.
She asked about my dating life and I admitted that I'd only dated a few times. I didn't mention that a few female work colleagues and even a couple of my ex-wife's friends threw me a sympathy fuck a few times. But apart from the sex, I wasn't interest in more, and neither were they.
The day before I was due to leave, I felt a definite air of hostility from the other member of staff, who had finally figured out my motivation and regretted their reluctance. Especially as our boss was treating me like a hero. In private, he promised if I could rescue the branch, he'd fight through hell and high water to get me a substantial bonus.
My sister had warned me that her place was pretty small and I packed light and drove across the country to visit her for the first time. The drive was long, but problem free, and I arrived in her little community a couple of hours ahead of schedule.
About 25 years ago, some property developers had spotted a niche in the market for smaller homes in a community setting. First-time buyers, divorcees, even retiree friendly. They'd made the roads one way and narrow, but included plenty of walkways between the houses and clusters of commercial areas within walking distance. The idea was you could walk to get your day to day needs rather than use up valuable space for extra parking.
If you wanted milk or a morning newspaper, it was a few minutes' walk. Or you wanted a bar or restaurant, the same. OK, the houses were small and tightly packed, but it was a good idea.
A new home
When I pulled my car up next to my sisters, I was thinking that something like this would suit me. I'd have to see if there was anything near where I worked the same. Now I've finished repairing my parent's place.
Pam opened the door and looked at me in surprise. In my mind, I saw two versions of my sister. The one I remembered before I'd left home when she was 18 and the 38-year-old version in front of me. At 18 she was slim and pretty, her face a little too pointy to be beautiful. Now she'd filled out, and I found her attractive. Which was a weird thought.
"You're early Josh. I didn't expect you for hours. Sorry you caught me like this."
She gestured down to her outfit of yoga pants and a sports bra.
"It's OK sis, I've seen you in less." I grinned, and she rolled her eyes and let me in.
"That was forever ago. I'm surprised you remembered."
"Getting to see your 18-year-old sister wet and naked from the shower, even if only for an instant, tends to stick with you."
"Pervert." She taunted, but with amusement. "Wanna coffee, or would you prefer a beer?"
"Beer for preference."
"I'm sure you can find the fridge. I'm certainly not going to be waiting on you hand and foot, like I'm sure mum has been doing for the last couple of years."
"Hey, she's not that bad. Although dad needs a new Butler's uniform, his current one is fraying."
Pam gave me a shoulder bump in acknowledgement and I realised I'd missed those. They'd dried up when she was about 13. Prior to that, it was our usual way of communicating.
She moved over to the space in front of the TV and bent to pick up her yoga mat. Without meaning to, I gawked at her backside in the yoga pants. They were the style that went up the butt crack that made it look like you were naked with body paint instead of fully clothed.
"I suppose I'm going to have to find another way to get fit if you're about."
"You don't look too bad, sis."
"Damning with faint praise, big brother."
"You know what I meant."
"No, seriously, I'm not that bad, am I?" She looked at me with a worried look.
"What do you mean?"
"This?" She grabbed her belly fat and squashed it up to make it look worse.
"No, sis, you're looking good. Everyone one carries a few extra pounds these days. For our age, you're pretty decent."
"You don't seem to have put on any, from what I can tell."
"I jog every day and swim when I can. Why are you worried about your weight?"
"After our conversation about dating, it set my thinking and while I'm not looking for anything now, I'm not about to give up on all men just because I chose a crap one."
"Wanna talk about it?"
"Not now, but thanks for the offer. I bet that was hard for you to make that offer."
"What do you mean?"
"You always were emotionally constipated."
"Hey, that's harsh." She raised an eyebrow. "OK, I'm not saying it wasn't true, but it's still harsh. And I've matured now. I hardly ever tell dick jokes."
She chuckled. "I'm gonna shower. Want me to show you around first?"
There was not a lot of showing required. There was the living room containing the kitchenette and dining area. Her bedroom, a utility room with a washer, dryer and large freezer. And finally, the bathroom. Which was an odd shape to accommodate the utility room. A walk-in shower faced the door, and there was a large bath against one wall and the toilet and basin on the other.
"No lock I see." I commented.
"Just like the old days." She replied, and we both knew what the other was thinking.
Back when we grew up, because there was only one bathroom, it was the house rule that if someone was in the shower, and you really needed to go. It was fine to use the toilet to pee, as the shower curtain blocked any view. Provided you asked first, and didn't flush.
It wasn't something I did often, after my dad had teased me. Saying it sounded like a racehorse peeing when I did. Which gave me a bashful bladder. But I remember, not long after I turned 18, I was desperate to relieve myself and thinking about my girlfriend, and our next date. Then suddenly, having a few weird thoughts and feelings about my mum in the shower. Wet and naked, but talking about my homework or such things.
The incident with my sister was mostly due to me blaring away, wearing headphones and walking into the bathroom while not knowing Pam was in there. I'd stepped through the door just as she pulled aside the opaque shower curtain hanging over the bath. She'd let out a squeal, and I'd legged it to my room in shock.
It came as quite a blow to suddenly realise that my sister was a sexual being. I was just thinking of her as a floating head on some androgynous body. I'd never wondered about her tits or shaved pussy. Damn, why did I have to remember that detail?
That night I insisted my sister show me around the community and we dined out at a pizza place and grabbed a beer in the sports bar. Pam smirked as I looked on in wonder at the skimpy shorts and shirts the waitresses wore.
"Don't get out much?" She asked over the music.
"Now really. One downside of living with the 'rents'."
She grinned and sighed. Then we switched the topic to talk about how our parents were doing. When we got home, she went to bed, and I lay out on the couch. Which was large and surprisingly comfortable.
When I awoke at first light, I changed into my running gear and picked up the spare key Pam had left for me, and went for my morning run. Exploring all the little footpaths was fun, and I returned about an hour later.
Letting myself inside, I saw Pam standing in front of the open fridge drinking OJ from the cartoon.
"Mum would give you a bollocking if she caught you doing that."
Pam jumped and turned to face me.
"Fuck, you gave me a fright. Shit." The last was added as she realised what she was wearing or not wearing.
She wore pink panties and a thin t-shirt that left her midriff a little exposed. The cool air from the fridge had raised her nipples, and the shirt did little to hide them. Pam rushed to her room, and I wandered over and talked through the door at her.
"Look, Pam, it's your place. You can wander around in whatever you want."
"You just want to see me half naked again." She called back, amused.
"NO, I'm serious. If you want to keep doing your exercises, then you should. If you're uncomfortable with me being about, then we can arrange times when I can be out. But I might be able to help."
Pam emerged in a skirt and a denim shirt over the t-shirt. "What do you mean?"
"My ex-wife used to do yoga and pilates and that sort of crap. Sometimes I'd help her with her poses and stretching. Of course, if I knew she was doing all that for the benefit of another guy, I might not have been so enthusiastic."
"Mum told me some of the details. I'm sorry Josh."
She hugged me, and after a moment, I returned the hug. But after a few seconds, it got awkward.
"I'm all sweaty from my run." I said and pulled back.
"I know, but I can't remember the last time we hugged. We did it so much as kids. Why did we stop?"
"You got those." I pointed at her breasts.
"You stopped hugging me because I started to get boobs?"
"And you kinda turned into an unstable landmine to be around."
"I wasn't that bad."
"I've still got shrapnel wounds." I replied and pulled up my t-shirt as if to show off the metaphorical scars.
"Ripped much, bro." Pam replied and poked my stomach.
Not quite a six-pack, but pretty respectable. It felt awkward again, and I headed into the bathroom and stepped into the shower. I'd forgotten to unpack my toiletries and ended up having to use her shower gel. Hoping it didn't smell too girly.
I was most of the way through with my shower when the bathroom door opened and Pam strode in.
"Jesus Pam. What are you doing?"
"I'm bursting for a pee and you were taking too long."
Luckily, my back was to her as I strained to look over my shoulder. The toilet was out of sight from the shower, but I saw her turn and a momentary glimpse of her naked backside as she lifted her skirt and sat.
"We used to do this all the time growing up."
"Yeah, but back then, the shower curtains blocked the view."
"So what, it's not like we've not seen each other naked."
"That's different."
We both remembered the shower incident and the consequent result. I was pacing in my room when she appeared wrapped in a towel and swearing and screaming at me. Even though it was an accident, I apologise. I was wearing headphones and hadn't heard the shower. She accused me of being a pervert and said that I'd been planning on seeing her naked.
Which was rather hypocritical, as her solution not to tell our parents was to demand that she saw me naked as well. I knew mum would understand, but dad would likely go off on one. He believed Pam's stories even when they were obviously false. She could work up some bollocks and get me into enough trouble that he might kick me out of the house. My wages at the time were nothing like enough to pay rent, so that and that I felt guilty, even if it was an accident. I agreed to do it.
Stripping down to my boxer shorts wasn't a big deal as even mum and dad would wander around the house in their underwear from time to time. But slipping my boxer shorts off was hard. Which was a poor choice of words, as my penis had seen a naked woman and assumed it would be required to do something with it. It wasn't hard, but I wasn't entirely flaccid.
I tried to beg off and promise to do it later, but she refused and I turned my back and slipped off my boxer shorts, then turned around. Despite the embarrassment, it was satisfying to see her eyes widen as she saw my dick. I counted 5 seconds before diving under the duvet and covering myself up. When she complained, I told her I'd seen her for a moment and not as long as she'd seen me.
"Look Josh, this is a tiny house and we're going to be on top of each other all the time." I saw her stand and wipe, then step fully into view. "I figured this was bound to happen sooner or later, so I just thought we'd get it out of the way. And you did say it was my house and I should be comfortable doing my things."
"Is that it?"
"One last thing and I'll leave you to it. You do have a hell of an arse." she chuckled and turned to leave.
"Pam!" I yelled, half way between annoyance and amusement.
The door closed, and I tried to relax. Or at least most of me did. My dick had decided that a woman walking into the bathroom while I was shower, was an invitation that his services would be required sooner or later. Swearing under my breath, I finished my shower and wrapped myself in a towel.
As I walked into the other room, Pam was sitting at the breakfast bar with a coffee and cereal.
"I preferred your other outfit."
I stuck my tongue out and grabbed my keys and stepped out to the car to grab the bags I'd left yesterday. However, it was a struggle to carry them and a danger that my towel would come loose. Certainly a memorable way to introduce myself to the neighbourhood.
'Have you seen the new guy yet?', 'I've not seen him, but I saw his arse.' I shook my head as I stepped back inside and grabbed some clothes.
Stepping into the utility room to dress. By the time I returned in my suit and ties, Pam was changed for her job as a teacher.
"We need to talk about the work you want to do here tonight." I said.
"My, don't you look handsome in a suit?"
"Thanks. You're not bad yourself."
"Yeah, right? It's not good for a teacher to dress to impress."
"See ya later." I called out as I left for work.
Which was chaos.
A bad diagnosis
Half the staff were belligerent that I'd been sent across the country as if they couldn't run the branch, and the other half were convinced I was going to can everyone and hated me on principle. The only one that was reasonable was my PA. Emily was a woman close to retirement and who was far more capable than anyone else I saw that day.
I came close to firing a dozen people for their attitude that day and only Emily kept me calm and I didn't get home until after 8 pm. I expected Pam to be annoyed with me, but she was pacing the lounge and looking upset. When I asked her why, she explained that her ex had collapsed at work and been rushed to the hospital.
She'd been contacted as she was still down as his emergency contact. By the time she got to the hospital, she found he'd been diagnosed with an inoperable brain tumour and he was in a coma. When she asked about symptoms, she was told that it would be sudden mood changes and unexplained rages.
Pam suddenly realised that the things that had ended her marriage had been because of a medical condition and not her EXs fault. She wept in my arms for a long time before falling asleep on the couch next to me.
Around midnight, I scooped her up and carried her to bed. I took her shoes and socks off and slipped her under the covers and turned to go.
"Wait, I don't want to be alone. Can you hold my hand for a bit?" She asked, and I lay next to her and took her hand until she eventually went to sleep.
Then I returned to the couch and lay awake for a long time.The next day at work I was egging for a fight, but found everyone was on their best behaviour, When I queried Emily, she admitted she'd whispered in a few ears that I had explicit powers from head office to do whatever it took Even if that meant shutting down the business and sacking everyone. But she thought I was the kind of person to do whatever it took to fix the business instead.
For the rest of the week, things started to come together at work, if not at home. Pam was a mess, and it wasn't helped that the doctor admitted it might be a matter of days before her ex died.
I felt awful for her, but there was only so much I could do, and I insisted she spend at least an hour of an evening video chatting without mum.
At work, I found enough clues as to why the branch was failing and it started to stink. Both the senior managers had left on the same day and both had mysteriously gone to work for our closest competitor. When I found that out, I had a trail to follow.
Both men were approaching retirement age and it would have made more sense to simply retire instead of jumping ships. So I talked to our accounting team and found our sales had started to trail off starting from about 2 years ago. When I asked why, one told me they were instructed to price quotes with an extra 30% profit margin, as per head office instructions.
I knew there had not been that instruction, but I double checked. So it seemed our former managers had a long-term plan to damage the business and have their new employers' benefit. Make us uncompetitive and drive customers elsewhere. When I passed this onto the head office, they told me they would send investigators who would look into it and talk to our lawyers about it.
The other piece of good news was that my argument to reduce our profit margin to 5% for 6 months. To try to win back customers was approved. It was cheaper to keep the place going than to pay everyone's redundancy payments. But that meant I'd be staying here longer. Perhaps I should look for a place to stay by myself.
However, I knew Pam needed my support at the moment.
Bad to worse
Her ex died a week after going into hospital and the funeral was not fun. OK, funerals never are, but hearing Pam explain to his parents about his medical condition and the reasons for their divorce was hard on everyone. Understandably, Pam got drunk, and I drove her home, where she drank more.
The next morning was Saturday and Pam fairly exploded from her bedroom looking bad and ran to the bathroom. Moments later, puking sounds were coming through the door. I jumped up and turned on the radio loud enough to cover the noise. The sound is enough to set me off and I hadn't drunk the previous day.
After ten minutes, I tapped on the door to check if she was alright, then opened it. Instead of seeing Pam kneeling on the floor and hugging the toilet, I saw she was in the shower. Fuck! Wet and naked in the shower and resting her forehead against the glass with her eyes closed.
Without meaning to, my brain supplied two facts. The first was that her tits were bigger than last time, and the second was that she still shaved. I could have turned and left her, but my bladder suddenly demanded release. Rather than stand to pee, I sat. That way, I'd not be tempted to keep looking at my naked sister.
I have a weakness for seeing naked women all wet and soapy. Probably from my first dirty magazine I saw contained a large-breasted woman in the shower. Or it might be from the shower incident with Pam, but it always got me hard. Something my ex used to her advantage many times.
"How are you feeling, sis?"
"What? Shit, sorry. I think someone scooped my brain out with hooks."
Ouch, that was a bit on the nose, with what happened to her ex. Then I heard sobbing. OK, I'm very bad at dealing with crying women. I had no idea what to do. So I finished peeing and tucked myself away and looked over at her. While trying to ignore the nudity.
Her shoulders shook up and down as she blubed with very unlady-like tears.
"Pam, I..."
She looked up and rushed towards me, throwing her arms around me and crying into my chest.
"Erm." I managed
"Hold me you idiot," she ordered through her tears and I wrapped my arms around her and gently rocked her back and forth until the tears stopped.
"Sorry, Josh, it's just..."
"I know. You loved him, and now he's taken away. Whatever else happened between you won't make it hurt any less in the short term."
"When did you become an expert?"
"When a similar thing happened to me. OK, my wife didn't die, even if there were times when I wished she would. Even though I knew she cheated on me, and had for some time, parts of me still loved her. We had years of happy, loving memories compared to a few I'd love to forget. But perhaps this is a conversation for when one of us isn't naked."
"Sorry. And I've made you all wet as well."
Suddenly the word 'wet' has me thinking of her shaved pussy and wondering if it's wet. Fuck! This is my sister. What am I thinking?
"Josh, is that, erm..."
I closed my eyes and stepped back quickly, then turned away.
"Sorry, it's just I've not seen or touched a naked woman in a while and he's inclined to jump to conclusion."
"It's ok, even a compliment really. If my old naked body gets my brother hard, I can't be passed it."
"Pam, please. You're not making it any easier."
"Sorry. You're right. Go and I'll finish my shower."
I grabbed my running gear and had slipped off my t-shirt and shorts I slept in when I sensed a change in the air.
"Not bad bro." Pam said from the bathroom door.
"Pam." I complained as I grabbed my underwear and went to slip them on.
"Turn around."
"Seriously?"
"Please. Anyway you got to see me. I think turn around is fair play. Just like last time."
"We were kids." I replied, but turned to face her.
She smiled at me. "Damn it big bro, I think you get better with age."
"Can I get dressed now?" She pouted, but nodded.
I dressed as quickly as possible.
"Can I tell you a secret? Yours was the first cock I saw in person. OK, the first one was mostly hard."
"Really? But I thought..."
"What?"
"Sorry, but I kinda assumed things. You were always popular in school."
"Are you saying you thought I was a slut at school and fucking everyone I could?"
"No!" I replied, unsure if she was angry or teasing me.
"A girl doesn't have to fuck every guy she meets to be popular. Not with nice tits like these." She pulled open her robe to flash her tits at me. "And especially when they found out how good I was giving hand jobs out"
I chuckled nervously. "My sister, the hand job queen. I'd no idea."
"I do not know how many times you nearly caught me doing it."
"Really?"
"Remember when a gang of us went to see Catch Me If You Can at the cinema? You went with some bimbo and sat in the row behind the rest of us."
"She wasn't a bimbo. Maybe bimbo adjacent, but no more. Why?"
"I figured you didn't want me to see you making out, or wanted to keep an eye on me. Well, it didn't work."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, the guys on either side of me were very pleased I'm ambidextrous."
"You mean?"
"Yep?" She mimed wanking off two guys at the same time.
"The things you learn. I'm going for a run, but do you fancy a lazy day and go out for lunch?"
"Sounds good. I just need a few more hours of sleep first."
Jogging a little later in the day meant I met more people, and I introduced myself to a few and noticed one or two of the ladies eyeing me with speculation. I wondered what my sister would say if I asked for her to go out so I could entertain one or two later. I grinned at the idea and dismissed it.
When I got back to the house, I found Pam in her sports bra and yoga pants setting out her mat.
"Your annoyingly perky demeanour guilted me into doing some exercise. Were you serious about helping me out?"
"Sure, let me shower and..."
"I think I can cope with my stinky, sweaty brother for a bit."
Weirdly, given that I'd seen her naked a few hours before, it felt odd touching her even though she was dressed. Pressing my hand into her thigh to help a stretch or pulling on her arms to get the extra couple of inches she needed.
At one point, I was kneeling with my stomach to her back and pulling her arm back. Her head was tilted back, and I was looking over her shoulder with my eyes on her tits when she saw me.
"Are you checking me out?"
"No. Well, I suppose, yes, but only in regard to your exercises."
"I'll believe you, but thousands won't. Wasn't seeing me in the shower or flashing you earlier enough?"
"Pam, please. Don't make this uncomfortable for us. Otherwise I'll have to move out."
"Sorry. I'm just a bit emotional and my hormones are all over the place."
We had a nice day together, lunch, followed by a walk through the park, where we ate ice cream and watched a few kids playing. I spotted a couple of attractive young ladies, and noticed them checking me out.
"You realise I've been here for weeks and you turn up and half the ladies are checking you out?"
"They've got eyes. What can I do?" I said jokingly. Pam did the shoulder bump and I put my arm around her and gave her a squeeze.
"Careful, you don't want to scare them away. Should I go over and explain I'm just your sister? Or would they assume some incestuous liaison? I mean, how many brothers and sisters see each other naked?"
"You started it."
"So, what are you looking for in a lady? Big tits, no your ex had tiny tits."
"I don't have a real preference."
"Come on Josh, I'm serious. What's your ideal woman?"
Without thinking, I replied. "You."
"Me?" she said shocked and I hurriedly back pedalled.
"Not you, but like you. You're the ideal height, so kissing and holding hands would be easy." I was floundering. "I like your sense of humour and your hair."
"My hair?"
"Yeah, as a girl, you spend hours trying to straighten out the natural curls. This way suits you much better and it fits around your face better."
"What about the rest of me?" She asked cheekily.
"You know I should take you over my knee and spank you for teasing me."
Pam's cheeks coloured.
"What?" I asked.
"Nothing."
"Ah! The famous woman's 'nothing' that proves it is something."
"Fine, if you must know, my husband and I used to enjoy a little playful spanking as part of our lovemaking. Haven't you ever tried it?"
"Actually, no."
Both feeling a little awkward, we resumed our walk and visited a small art gallery and art supply store. Then an artisan soap and lotion shop, where Pam spent a small fortune on some smelly stuff.
On the way home, Pam suggested we try out the BBQ in the backyard. The yard was quite small, but surprisingly private. With all the houses being a single story, an 8 foot fence and mature trees gave a little oasis of peace.
"I think I could risk sunbathing nude out here." Pam commented as I checked out the BBQ.
"Want me to rub lotion on you so you don't burn." I joked and mimed being a dirty old man and reached for her boobs. She chuckled and didn't say anything.
While I walked back to the shops to pick up the charcoal, she got in her car and drove off to get food and drink. She returned moments before I did and begged me to help her unload the car. Apart from loads of beer and wine, she'd bought enough food to feed six.
As she prepared a massive bowl of salad, I prepared two types of burgers. One with lots of chilli and garlic, and the second packed full of chives and herbs. It was only about 4 pm when Pam handed me a beer and cracked open a bottle of wine. So we sat in the yard and took in the peace.
Hardly any traffic noise, but the sound of someone mowing their lawn. A few buzzing insects in the flowers and shrubbery. After about half an hour, she started to talk about her marriage and I listened in silence.
And then it was my turn, and my story was harder for me. Pam moved to sit next to me and wrap an arm around her as I told her everything. Things I'd never told anyone else, certainly not my parents.
Pam would periodically get me a fresh beer and top up her wine, as the story wound down, I wiped away a tear and declared I needed to light the BBQ as it would take some time to burn right.
Pam didn't push for more details, but took me in a hug and held me tight. It felt good, and I hugged her back. Ignoring the usual discomfort I got from this sort of thing.
A change in the air
The food was a great success, and we stayed outside until after dark and it was starting to get chilly. We were both quite drunk and flopped onto the couch to watch some TV. It seemed quite natural for her to snuggle up against me with my arm around her as we watched some movie.
It was about some woman who suspected her husband was cheating on her and she'd come home during the day to try to find evidence. Only to have to hide in the closet as her husband and best friend come into the bedroom and fuck. It was surprisingly graphic, and I found myself getting hard.
Glancing down at Pam to see her nipples clearly through her top. She looked up at me questioningly.
"This reminds me of the time you snuck down to our basement to spy on me getting a blow job from my girlfriend." Pam moved like she was electrified.
"You knew?"
Just days before I moved out the first time, I'd gone out with friends for a few drinks and bumped into my girlfriend doing the same. We were both drunk and horny and she agreed to come back to my place for some fun. Only when we got there did we realise we had no condoms. But we could still have some fun.
I'd got her down to her panties, and she was giving me a sloppy blow job, when I sensed we were not alone. The only light came from the porn on the TV with the sound down low. I looked over to the door leading up the stairs and sensed someone was there. But my beer fueled mind decided that an orgasm was more important than dealing with a voyeur.
When I warned my girlfriend, she pressed her tits against me and coated them with my cum. Then whipped off her panties and demanded I return the favour. Laying back on the couch and snacking on my cum from her fingertips. By the time I looked back at the door Pam was gone.
"Of course I knew."
"And you didn't say anything, or stop me? How did you know it was me?"
"If it had been dad he'd have stormed in shouting. Mum never stirs when she goes to bed, but a curious younger sister might peek. I should have stopped it, but I was drunk and horny. I was right on the verge of cumming when I spotted you. So..."
"You know, that was the first time I'd seen that."
"But why?"
"It's complicated."
"Come on, fess up."
"Fine. Remember when I said yours was the first I'd seen in person? Well, that wasn't entirely true."
"Should I feel better or worse about that?"
"Shush. I'd given a few hand jobs by then, but usually under a coat or something. When I saw it in person, it sort of turned the floodgates for me. I couldn't get enough of feeling a hard cock in my hand. The night I saw your cock in her mouth and cumming over her tits, it was..."
"What?"
"Hot. Super hot and I knew I needed to do that. In fact, I nearly came into your room to demand that you do that to me."
"Really?"
"Yeah, if you hadn't moved out, I might have done it"
"Wow. That's quite a revelation."
"Sorry. I'm drunk and this movie isn't helping."
I looked at the screen to see the wife fucking some stranger and claiming she'd do anything if he killed her husband. The lead actress was really going at it and I wasn't sure if this was one of those movies where the actors really had sex.
"Yeah, perhaps it's best if we both just go to bed. Oh, look, I'm already there." I replied.
Pam stood, bent over and put her hand on my shoulders and rested her forehead against mine.
"Thanks Josh. I'm not sure who I'd get through this without you."
She pulled back and kissed my nose. Lingering a moment as her eyes looked at my lips. For a moment, I was tempted to kiss her, but knew that was a stupid thing.
Pam went to her room and I let out a sigh. I plugged in my headphones to the extension cable to the TV and decided to watch the end of the movie. But this time, I pulled my erection out and slowly wanked.
The movie got darker as the guy she'd fucked to kill her husband demanded more and more degrading things from her. Like having sex with two of his friends as he watched or going to an adult theatre wearing only a raincoat and sucking off any guy who wanted it.
He drugged her and tied her up and filmed it all as many men took turns fucking her. The last one being her husband, who had set the whole thing up from the beginning. The closing credits of the movie showed over her tied naked to the bed wearing a ball gag and watching her husband fucking her friend on the bed. It was hard to tell, but it looked like her friend was licking her pussy just before it faded to black.
If I wasn't so drunk, I'm sure I would have cum, but I gave up and took off the headphones. Only to hear a telltale hum from Pam's room. I got up and padded over to the door and was sure I could hear her gasping and the sound of a vibrator.
Part of me wondered what she'd do if I walked in and offered her the real thing. But that was an idiotic idea. Only there because of boozy and an annoying erection. Instead, I went to the bathroom. Took a quick cool shower and crawled into bed.
Revealing
I awoke to the smell of coffee and a grinning Pam sitting at the breakfast bar looking at me. I frowned and looked down and swore. In my haste to go to bed, I'd gone to bed nude, and the covers had come off during the night. Grabbing them, I covered up.
"You don't have to do that. Anyway, I've been looking at it for over 10 minutes. It's nice."
"Better than that toy you used last night?"
"You heard."
"Yep."
"Embarrassing much? Anyway, you're one to talk. I was going to get a drink of water and found you tugging on that."
"Sorry."
"Why? The movie was hot, and we needed a release. Did you?"
"What?"
She mimed my dick exploding.
"No, I was too drunk."
"Well, don't do it in the shower. I have to use that as well."
"Fine. Is this weird that we're talking about this?"
"We're grown up and know the ways of the world, so it's better than not talking."
I slipped on my shorts, but they tented out badly and went to the bathroom.
When I returned without an erection, I saw Pam was stretching her arms in discomfort.
"You OK."
"Yeah, I just think your stretches were more vigorous than I usually do. I'm a bit stiff. But I notice you're not anymore."
I ignored the comment and moved to stand behind her and moved her arms to see her range of movement before it was sore.
"Sorry, would you like me to help you stretch them out or a massage?"
"I'd love a massage if that's not too weird for you?"
"Fine." I replied, but regretted offering it.
"I'll just jump in the shower first."
I made myself a coffee and remembered all the massages I'd given in the past. All but one had been with my current sexual partner and led to sex. The one woman who wasn't my current partner had been an ex, and she'd claimed a sport injury, but in truth she wanted one last time to fuck.
It was more than 20 minutes before Pam returned from the shower in just a towel, and I gestured to my wrist as if to query the time.
"I needed to shave. I'm not having anyone, let alone my brother touch me if I'm prickly. You'd take the piss out of me for the next 20 years."
I shrugged. She was probably right. But I wasn't about to put it about that I massaged my sister.
I followed her into her room and saw as she slipped on panties under her towel, then spread the towel out over the bed. I'm sure she was teasing me.
"What? It's not like you haven't already seen them. There's some lotion in the drawer." She gestured and I opened the drawer to see her vibrator. "Not that drawer!" She quickly added. "Oh well, I knew I had one, anyway."
For some reason, I reached out and picked it up, then looked at Pam, who was blushing slightly. Which seemed incongruous given she was naked but for panties.
"It's not as good as the real thing, but a girl has needs."
I quickly put it down and opened the next drawer to find a large bottle of body lotion.
"Do you want me to warm it up first?"
"I think I can cope with a little cold lotion." She replied as she lay on the bed on her stomach.
Repeating in my head, she's your sister, I started the massage and tried to make sure it was non sexual. But it's kind of hard not to think that way when you're massaging lotion into your sister's upper thigh and staring at the crotch of her panties inches away. Or when you're working knots out of her deltoid muscles and your fingertips are dangerously close to the sides of her breasts.
But I finished with the back while managing to only get semi hard. Which felt like a victory until she rolled over and looked up at me. I couldn't help notice her cheeks were flushed and her nipples rock hard.
"It's OK Josh, they're just breasts. Nearly every woman has them."
"Sorry sis, but they are not just breasts. They are great breasts and unfortunately they are on my sister."
"You think they are great?" She glanced down to see the bulge in my shorts and grinned.
"Come on, finish the massage." She said playfully, and I groaned.
I'm sure she was moaning and groaning and hamming it up generally when I massaged the front of her legs. But I did notice a distinct dark patch on her underwear as I bent and stretched her muscles to loosen her up.
When I knelt on the bed behind her head to work on her pectoral muscles, she was grinning at my attempts to stay as clear of her breasts as possible.
"You know, when I'm in the right mood, I can climax just from a guy sucking on them."
"Pam, please. Now I'm going to be thinking about the lucky sod who gets to do that."
"Last night when we were watching that movie. I saw that you'd spotted my nipples were hard. After all, I saw how hard you were. I nearly asked you to suck on them then."
"OK, that's enough." I got up and could do nothing about my fully hard dick tenting out my shorts. "I've no idea what game you're playing, but it's dangerous."
Pam sat up and put her arm over her chest.
"Sorry, you're right. I'm emotionally vulnerable and lashing out and doing all the wrong things. How about I buy you breakfast to make up for it."
"Fine."
"But I need 5 or 10 minutes first." She didn't need to explain, as she picked up her sex toy.
I jumped in the shower, hoping the sound would drown out the sound, but my mind was playing what I thought she was doing in 3D and hi-def. I'd never done it before, but I wanked one out thinking about my sister.
She emerged from her room looking radiant and refreshed, while I was feeling guilty. The restaurant she took us to had a lovely raised patio area, so we dined there and chatted about stuff. She asked about work and I swore her to secrecy and explained my suspicions.
Pam was excited by the potential industrial espionage, but we had to shut up about it as other people moved to sit at the next table.
"You said you swim? There is a place not too far away that has a public pool. If I showed you it, would you let me swim with you?"
"Of course. Why would you think I wouldn't enjoy that?"
"I just assumed you'd be all competitive and I've not swum in years."
"You can pace yourself. It's great, no impact exercise and good for your core."
"OK, but we'll have to pop over there to let my pick up a costume."
She gestured to a row of shows across the small civic space.
As we got closer to the shop, I groaned and Pam quickly slipped her arm to hook around mine so I couldn't back out. Besides swimwear, the shop sold sexy lingerie. A rather intimidatingly beautiful woman approached and smiled.
"It's always nice to see new customers. Especially ones who look so much in love."
Pam gave my arm a squeeze and asked about a swimsuit and then to see something sexy. I knew I was blushing and the woman saw it and raised a hand as if to hide what she said in front of me.
"I love it when the guy gets embarrassed by this sort of thing." she said to Pam who was grinning at me.
While the assistant dealt with Pam, I stood awkwardly surrounded by underthings that left little to the imagination. Luckily the assistant insisted that I didn't see what my sister bought. I'd be perfectly happy never to find out, but I suspected that Pam had other ideas.
Some you win, some you lose
Monday morning, I walked into the office to find five men waiting for me. Two were corporate lawyers, two were IT forensic specialists, and the last was a private detective. We had a private meeting, then I called a meeting for each department, telling them that we had permission to slash prices and get the business back on its feet rather than give up on them. I'm sure the other department wondered what I'd said to the others, but by the end of the day I'd not seen the office so happy.
Things weren't so happy at home. Pam was oscillating between depression and manic activity all week. A couple of times I woke up in the night to hear her crying and I went into her room and she asked me to hold her. So I slipped into her bed and held her. The fact I'd seen her naked and semi naked negated some of the effects of holding her naked body to me, but not wholly. Luckily, Pam chose not to point it when I got semi hard against her.
By Friday, I got a report from the IT guys with enough evidence of email and messaging traffic between the former employees and their new company to hand over to the lawyer to progress a lawsuit. Both former managers were extremely IT illiterate and assumed a deleted email was really gone and not recoverable with the right tools.
I talked to the lawyers and asked if it would hurt our case if I told a few key staff members what we found. They argued between themselves, then asked me why I wanted it. To me it was obvious if I contacted clients and former clients with a bargain basement price. They might assume our products were no longer worth anything, or we were desperate.
However, if we could hint about the scandal that was about to hit our competitor, I could justify why I was trying too hard to win the business, and point out that the lower price point was temporary. Returning to a market competitive price in 6 months.
The lawyers grinned and agreed that was a good plan, and I could do it. If I cleared it with the head office. When I told my boss, he was delighted. Admitting that he thought I was going to have to can everyone. But now I was likely to break sales records and get the rest of the business fired up at the same time.
When I got home, I was in a great mood until I walked in to see Pam sitting at the breakfast bar eating ice cream from the bucket and drinking red wine from the bottle. It turned out she'd been put on a leave of absence after breaking down in tears in the classroom. Causing some of her students' distress.
She was out of school for two weeks and needed a psych evaluation before returning. Pam passed out on the couch a few hours later and I put her to bed. Leaving a bucket next to it just in case.
The next day, I skipped lunch so I could drive Pam to meet the doctor and Pam insisted I stay with her. I explained to the doctor what I knew of the series of events as the doctor took notes. When she asked about my relationship with Pam, she looked deeply relieved that I was her brother and not a new lover.
People with that sort of trauma and a new lover made for tough cases. She'd had one woman who murdered her new lover and then killed herself. OK, that raised the stakes a lot. I left to let the pair talk and about 40 minutes later; she asked to talk to me while Pam waited in reception.
"You love your sister, right?"
"Or course. I'll do anything for her. Heck, I came halfway across the country to try to help her."
"Good, because you need to be there for her. The combination of her upcoming divorce, her age and death of her husband is a perfect storm to mess her up badly. So you need to be supportive and let her freely express her emotions and needs."
"Why her age?" I asked and realised I was being stupid.
"Because most women have ticking clocks in their head. All about the end of something that makes them a woman. Your sister has never had kids but wanted to and time is running out. At the moment, she's emotionally vulnerable and might do something rash.
"You need to be there to stop her going out to have sex with some random strangers."
""OK, I'll be her personal bodyguard and minder."
"You might have to go out and get her a sex toy."
"It's alright she already has one." Which earned a raised eyebrow, and I felt myself flush a little. "It's a very small house."
"Actually, it's good that it came up. There is no easy way to say it, but it's possible her sexual needs will multiply, so you need to be prepared to deal with that."
A number of worrying thoughts flooded my mind. "Like what."
"Have you ever seen a cat in heat? Moody, demanding attention and so on, I'd expected to hear her vibrator often."
"It's ok, I can go for a walk or something."
"And how is that as a bodyguard? If she want walk up to one of the neighbours and invite them in to fuck her?"
"It's just a possibility, but I'd rather you knew and be prepared for her needs."
Leaving the office, I was worried about Pam and if I was reading between the lines about what had been said.
I dropped Pam off at home and returned to work, to find a very angry phone call from our competitor's CEO waiting for me. Apparently, he'd been waiting for me for 25 minutes, so he could wait a little longer. I got the lawyers in the conference room, then asked the head of departments to join us, provided they remained silent.
I took the call and informed the guy we were on speakerphone and the call would be recorded, and that I had two lawyers with me. The other people grinned at that but kept quiet.
Twenty minutes later, we all trooped out of the office with grins on our faces. The guy had been too furious to manage what he said and several times he said too much. Almost admitting he'd spent years setting this up and I was fucking it up. He was suing the company and me personally for slander and libel and there being a Y in the word Thursday. But the lawyers said that was normal and not to worry about it,
Too much sun
When I got home, I found the house empty and started to worry. I called my sister, only to hear the phone ringing from the backyard. I rushed outside to find her passed out naked and sun bathing. Two empty bottles of wine and a very pink body.
Touching my sister, I could feel the heat in her skin and knew from personal experience how bad sunburn can be. I scooped my sister up, and tried to ignore the bit I was touching that a brother shouldn't, and carried her into the shower.
Setting aside my wallet and phone, I took her into the shower and set the water on tepid as I held her up. I was still in my suit and tie, but dealing with her was more important than that. As my clothes absorbed the water, Pam was becoming slippery and it was harder to hold her up. I had to resort to having one arm around her chest just under her boobs and the other against the wall to hold us up.
Pam suddenly woke up and snapped her head back and brought tears to my eyes as her head impacted my nose.
"Josh?" she asked, alarmed.
"Yeah sis. You OK?"
"Not really, my head is killing me and..."
The rest of the conversation ended as she threw up. It took all my willpower not to puke over my sister's shoulder. But I held her up until she finished and washed her down to make sure nothing was still on her, then took her to bed. Getting some painkillers and making sure she took them before leaving her.
Around 10 pm, she called out, and I checked on her. She was naked on the bed with the covers thrown back and in pain. The sunburn was really kicking in. Luckily, she has a giant tub of aloe gel and begged me to either drown her in it or shoot her.
Unlike my previous massage, I could not ignore her breasts this time. Being so unused to being exposed to the sun, they were the most burned. I slavered what felt like pints of goo on to her until she was a sticky mess. She was whimpering as my large hands coated her breasts and I forced myself to remember this was my sister and I was helping in a medical emergency.
Despite the fact her hard nipples were burning into the palms of my hand and making me harder than I'd been in years. By some fluke or good fortune, her pubic area and her pussy seemed relatively unaffected, which was a huge relief as if I had to be so intimate with her, there was no way I'd not pull my dick out and wank over her.
"I'll come back in two hours to check on you." I promised and left her.
Midnight visit
At midnight, I let myself into her room to find her on her stomach.
"How are you feeling?" I asked.
"Bad. Can you put aloe on my back?" There was still a slur of alcohol in her voice.
"Of course."
After everything that happened, I was more relaxed about that, as it seemed safer. Which it was up to a point. That point was when I noticed how red and angry her bum was. Hardly surprising and after I'd already rubbed the aloe on her tits, I figured I could deal with it. Oh boy, what a mistake. Although it wasn't all my fault.
I was trying to keep it medical or at least non-sexual, but Pam seemed incapable to distinguishing the difference she wriggled around and moaned and panted. My dick was hard already, but she demanded that I apply the gel between her cheeks as it hurt there as well. I might have called her out on it, but instead I loaded my fingers with gel and pressed them between her buttocks.
Any faint hint that this was nonsexual left the building as I did that. My fingertips brushed over her anus, and she shuddered and pushed back. If this wasn't my sister, I'd have had no issue pressing a finger right up there and fingered her bum until she came.
The idea was exciting and terrifying at the same time. I snapped my hand back and got a groan from her.
"Josh, please, I need this. I need you. Please, I need to cum to make the pain go away."
I would say that there are moments in a person's life where you are given a choice to step up or walk away. This was one of those, but complicated as I couldn't disassociate the pleasure I'd getting in helping her out. My sister was in pain and needed me, but bits of my brain were thinking all about my pleasure.
"Are you sure, sis? Cuz, this is a no going back thing."
"Please." She sobbed.
I'm going to hell. Or at least the atheist's version of it. I suspect it's something like being at the DMV forever.
Scooping more gel, I pressed between her legs and touched her pussy for the first time. Pam gasped, then threw her legs wide.
"Please Josh, it's..."
"Relax, it's fine. Well, obviously it's not, but that's for the future. I love my sister and will do anything to make her right."
My words were at war with my feelings, but when my finger slipped inside her tight little honey pot, my reluctance was lessened. Forcing myself to think of her as another lover and not my lover, I used the skills I'd not needed for years to give her the pleasure she needed.
As Pam's pleasure grew, so did the pressure on me not to do something that I could never take back. The desire to strip off my shorts and fuck her was nearly overwhelming, and it was only because she climaxed so hard on my fingers that I never attempted it.
I left feeling ashamed and horrible while my sister basked in her post orgasmic glow.
Morning after
I was sipping my coffee and almost ready for work when Pam emerged from her bedroom. Her hair was a mess, and she shuffled in her dressing gown to the bathroom. A moment after the door shut, I heard her swear.
"Fuck."
"What's up?" I called.
"My bum is sunburned."
"And whose fault is that?"
She didn't reply. I heard a flush, then she reappeared and came over to give me a hug. I was ever so gentle, but she still winced.
"Mine obviously. Can I apologise for what happened last night?"
"What happened?" I hoped she'd been too drunk to remember, or at least would brush it under the carpet and never mention it again.
"I thought it was memorable enough that you'd remember fingering your sister to orgasm. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have made you do that. I used the leverage of my vulnerability to put you in a position with no way out."
"I know and despite it being wrong and weird, I'm still here for you, sis. How are you feeling?"
"Humiliated."
"Why?"
"It's one thing to have my brother hear me while I masturbate, it's another thing entirely to demand he do it for me. And have such a big orgasm from his fingers inside me. I've not had one that good in years."
"I aim to please." I quipped but it fell flat. "But I meant your sunburn."
"It hurts. Do you mind if I go naked? It's not like you've not already seen everything and even this robe is hurting."
"It's your house, sis."
Pam slipped off the robe to reveal her lobster skin.
"I think you need more lotion. Give me a minute."
I slipped off my jacket and got the lube from her room. Then worked my way up from her feet reapplying the soothing gel from behind. Hoping not to get an erection. But I could see her pussy between her thighs and still make out the scent of her climax at my fingers from a few hours before.
As soon as I'd coated her bum with the lotion, Pam turned to face me and I saw her nipples were at attention.
"What? I can't help it if they think this is sexual?" She replied to my gaze. "After all, what happened last night definitely counted."
I shook my head as I finished her legs and up her stomach. Then I carefully did her face, ears, shoulders and arms. Then I moved off to wash my hands.
"You missed some bits?" She complained.
"As a punishment for teasing me, you have to do those bits yourself. Heck, you could have done most of it yourself."
"Fine." she said in a mood. "In which case you get to watch."
She scooped gel in one hand and pressed it against her pussy and made exaggerated sexual sounds. My sister always was a drama queen, but I'd never expected her in the role of a personal porn star. I stood stunned until she scooped up more with her other hand and applied it to her breasts. She yelped in pain and I chuckled as the spell broke.
Leaving her complaining as I went to work. At lunch I consulted a pharmacist and told him about my sister and her sunburn. I missed out on the bit of her being naked. He said the shower and aloe gel were good, but she needed to watch out for blisters that might get infected and to avoid scratching when it got itchy. He sold me a medicated cream to apply if the skin split and peeled.
The next couple of days were a bit surreal. Having Pam naked all the time and having to apply lotion to her before work and when I got home. Especially as she insisted, I closely examine her all over for blisters and peeling skin. With me refusing to lotion her breasts, she was determined to get her revenge.
One time it was having me kneel in the kitchen to examine her, and she threw one knee onto the stool so I could get a proper look. Her inner thighs weren't burnt, but she was forcing me to look at her exposed pussy. Having not seen one in person for quite a while, it took all my willpower not to lean forward and kiss it.
She was wet, and her lips were puffy. Obviously, she was turned on by this and so was I."Don't you want to put your fingers back inside me? Like the other night?" She said,
I stood and looked away, annoyed at her.
"Or were you thinking of getting your cock inside me?"
"Pam!" I glowered at her. "This isn't right. You're only doing this for other reasons."
Pam burst into tears and threw herself into my arms.
"I know, but everything hurts."
"The sunburn, I know."
"Not that, you idiot." She punched my shoulder rather hard. "I mean, emotional hurts. Physical hurts I can deal with. But this is like getting slapped on the brain directly."
I was going to point out the brain has no pain sensors, but kept my mouth shut.
"Look, I was horny before I got sunburned. Now I'm intensely aware of every inch of my skin and that makes it worse."
"But I would have thought that the pain..."
"Remember, I said I was into spanking? The pleasure pain thing? You've never had it? The brain has pain senses and pleasure senses, but gets the signals mixed up if they both fire off at the same time. If you start off with pleasure and then introduce a certain amount of pain, the brain doesn't know what to do. It sort of flips a coin and decides the pain is more pleasure."
"OK, if you say so."
We stepped apart, and I washed up, then changed for a run. Before I left the house, I heard the familiar sound of Pam and her toy in her room. I couldn't shift the image from my mind of Pam fucking herself with the toy.
So when I got back and into the shower, I took my dick in hand and wanked it to all the memories of my sister's body. And the feelings of touching her, and caressing her breasts. The feel of the heat as my fingers entered her. It was like I could smell her scent filling my nostrils. I was so close.
"Do it, cum." Pam's voice said and I looked up to see her a few feet away on the other side of the glass screen.
She was furiously rubbing her clit with one hand and forcing fingers from her other hand deep inside her pussy. I couldn't stop and rope after rope shot from me to splatter over the glass between us. I was sure if it had not been there, I would have cum over my sister.
"I wonder if that cream would be better for my skin than the other stuff."
Pam sensed my growing anger and rushed from the room.
I finished cleaning up and stepped out of the shower, only to find no towels and only my sweaty running gear to wear. So I stomped out into the living room to see Pam sitting on the couch looking nervous. At least until she saw my tumescent dick swinging as I grabbed a towel from the laundry basket.
"I'm sorry." She started.
"What were you thinking?"
"I was thinking my big brother really is my big brother."
"But that was such an invasion of my privacy."
"Oh, come off it. You not only watched me climax, You literally had your fingers up my pussy. I figured it was fair play to see you."
I opened my mouth to object, then realised this was my sister all over. I could point out she had demanded I get her off, which didn't equate to watching me. So I let it drop. Arguing would be pointless.
"You owe me big."
"I could teach you how to give a sensual spanking?"
"What's for dinner?" I replied, changing the subject.
Another time
A few hours later we were watching TV with Pam snuggling against me. Which would have been fine if she wasn't naked, but it was hard to watch the TV without my eyes straying to her body.
"How is the peeling?" I asked, seeing her scratch her shoulder.
"Horrible, I itch all over. I almost wish I had a scouring pad to get the skin off in one go."
"Remember, the pharmacist said to avoid that."
"I know but it's oddly satisfying to peel a lump of skin off."
"You weird sis."
"No, I mean it, look."
She pointed high up on one breast where the skin was flaking and rubbed her thumb over it. Pressing down a few times until the skin rolled over on itself. Then pinched it between finger and thumb and pulled it back, taking a thin layer of skin with it.
"You do it."
"Seriously, you want me to peel your skin off? Isn't that serial killer stuff?"
"You have no idea how good it feels. Yes, there is some pain, but knowing the itching will go away is its own reward. Please."
She had a point. I'd been sunburned as a kid and it was weirdly satisfying to do. So I reached over and teased a little more skin to widen the patch she had already loosened. Then ever so carefully I got a strip of skin a little over 2 inches wide peeling off her breast.
Pam tenses and I saw her nipples swell as the strip of skin got longer.
"You OK?" I asked.
"Yeah, good." She replied, but her voice was strained.
Then I realised that the piece of skin was peeling away and getting closer to her areola.
"Want me to stop?"
"No."
The flesh stopped peeling when it reached the outside of her areola and I wasn't sure if I should give it one last tug or let Pam decide. Instead it tore free by itself and Pam gasped and clasped her hand to her breast.
"Sorry. I never meant to hurt you."
"You didn't, not really." She bit her lip, then continued. "I enjoyed that rather a lot."
"I'll get the medical cream. Just in case."
It was only as I was applying the lotion across her breast and nipple, did I realise I could have let Pam do it. She smirked at me, then insisted on showing me how to give a sensual spanking. I tried to refuse but she was having none of it.
She lay across my lap and instructed me to massage her buttocks to stimulate blood flow. To me it felt like she just wanted me to grope her bum again. But it wasn't like I'd not already done it under the guise of applying lotion. And she had a great bum. If she weren't my sister she'd have had more than just my fingers inside her by now.
I tried to chastise myself about that thought, but it was honest. And I couldn't deny that my thoughts since she was naked all the time were in no way brotherly. At this rate I'd have to explore one of the interested ladies in the neighbourhood for some relief.
Pam reached around and pulled my left hand off her, and pushed it onto her breasts.
"What's that?"
"It's the pleasure pain thing. I need to be turned on first to enjoy the spanking."
I tried to justify it to myself, that as I'd massaged lotion into her breasts that this wasn't much worse. But I struggled to buy it. I was enjoying finally groping my sister's tits. Admittedly 20 years after I first thought about it.
Pam told me how to spank her, starting lightly and moving where I struck each time. Gauging her reaction to the strength of the blows and altering the timing to never know when the next one would land. I wanted to be gentle as her bum had only just recovered from the sun burn, but Pam encouraged me to spank her harder.
Until she was squirming and panting over my lap. I was rock hard, and I was sure she could feel it poking into her side.
"Enough! Rub some aloe on it now." She panted and magically produced the tub.
I was on more familiar territory here and slavered on the gel. Using more than I needed to excuse the extended time to fondle her bottom. I was enjoying it, but Pam was more so.
"Go lower." She ordered and my fingertips pressed between her buttocks and grazed over her anus. "Lower." She pleaded and I knew where this was going.
"Is this going to happen every time now?"
"Please, I really need this. I'll make it up to you."
My fingers found her pussy and my god was she wet. I barely applied any pressure and one slipped inside. Pam grunted and arched her back and shuddered. Had she just cum from that?
"Please, I promised if you get me off it will be worth your while."
"Like what? You'll do my laundry and pick up my stinky socks?"
I pressed a second finger inside and slowly worked them back and forth.
"You, not that. Never that. I'll; I'll give you a hand job whenever you want one."
I froze.
"Please don't stop, I mean it. Just say the word and I'll get you off. Gotta be better than defiling my shower like that."
I thrust in hard and fast a few times at her dig about the shower, but she had a point. Going back to sorting myself out after 10 years of marriage was horrible. Having someone else do it was way better. But this was my sister.
'Hang on, this might be your sister, but you're the one fingering her at the moment. Does that make a difference?' Part of my mind piped up with.
He; I had a point. We'd gone way over the line for what siblings should do already. My head was spinning that I was even contemplating this. But my body was running on autopilot, replacing my fingers with my thumb inside her, so my fingers could find her clit. My other hand was eagerly teasing Pam's nipple.
I was so wrapped up with my mental quarrel with myself I nearly missed all the signs she was about to explode. Pam's climax was as big as I'd ever seen in person and my hand was soaked as I took it away. Without conscious thought I brought it to my mouth to smell and taste her.
But as the taste burned through my taste buds I snatched it away as I realised what I'd done. Part of me wanted to push her off me and run away. Which was an infantile response, but another part of me wanted to push her back on the couch and bury my face between her legs. But that way madness lay.
Pam pushed herself up and threw her arms around me and kissed me on the lips. Then pulled back a little sheepishly.
"Thanks. That was better than last time. At least I was sober enough to enjoy it this time. Do you want me to fulfil my promise?"
She reached down and gripped my erection through my shorts.
"No!" I snapped, "Sorry, I mean, I need time to think."
"Don't overthink it big bro. I know that your big brain of yours can wrap itself in knots trying to figure out the insolvable." She let go, stood and kissed the top of my head.
Both her breasts fell close to my face, and I wanted to reach out and suckle on them.
"Things can be really simple if you just go with the flow. You can think about things, but the offer wouldn't stand forever."
She left me alone, and I tried to sleep, but the smell of her sex tormented my dreams.
A new day
I woke up feeling like I'd not slept. My fragmented dreams were all about sex and Pam. Some rather disturbing as I dreamt about fucking her while she was tied up. Which I realised must have come from that movie we'd watched.
It being Saturday and not having to go to work, I went for my run, and stopped off to get fresh pastries and coffee. Pam was coming out of the shower when I got home and I grabbed clean shorts, and took a shower.
Pam was sitting on the breakfast bar stool and sipping coffee and eating a sugary treat.
"Thanks for this. I shouldn't but I figure I need the energy."
"What for?"
"To get my idiot brother to make the right decision."
"Meaning?"
"This..." She popped the last of the treat into her mouth and swallowed it with her coffee.
Then sank to her knees in front of me and yanked my shorts down. My dick, which was nearly always semi hard around my naked sister popped out and she grabbed it hard enough not to try to pull away. She looked up at me.
"We're not kids where something like this will fuck us up psychologically. We're mature grown ups who can tell the difference between love and sex. We are family and we love each other in a way that goes way beyond a romantic love. As a kid you may have hated me at times, but you still loved me at the same time?"
"I suppose."
"You have no idea what your being here means to me. Having you here means so much more to me than having mum or dad here. You've been amazing and there is no way I can pay you back. But I can't see you suffer because of me and my out of control brain.
"I've been wandering around naked and demanding sexual gratification and having no consideration to you. So I want to do this to even things out between us, even if only a little."
"You don't have to."
"I know I don't have to, I want to. Remember all that time ago in the basement?"
"With my girlfriend?"
She nodded, then sank her mouth over my dick and bobbed her head a few times, while keeping eye contact.
"I told you I nearly came into your room to demand the same from you as you gave her. It might be 20 years late, but..."
After another half minute of heavenly delight, she sat back and wiped her mouth.
"If I'm honest, it's probably one of my oldest fantasies. And it was the first thing to pop into my head when mum suggested you visit. I never thought it would actually happen. But perhaps a fantasy needs time to mature to make it better. But remember you have to cum on my tits when you do."
"OK, but I should warn you it's not going to be long."
She grinned and resumed work. Fuck she was good. I shouldn't be wondering how my sister got so good at this. But I should be finding it out this way either. My objections that this was my sister seemed to shrink each time her tongue tickled my shaft and her nose nearly touched my pubic hair.
I looked down to see she was kneeling with her legs wide apart and using both hands to pleasure her pussy. That was the final straw, and I pulled out and started to wank furiously. Pam tilted her head back and thrust her tits out at me. My cum exploded all over her chest. Rope after rope of cum spurting from the tits. I was gasping for breath and feeling a little shaky as I'd never cum that hard before.
Pam looked as pleased as punch and grinned up at me.
"I've never seen that much cum before."
"Me either."
"So what happened next? I chickened out and ran back to my room to get myself off."
"My girlfriend demanded I return the favour."
"Did she wipe this up first?" She gestured to the cum.
"Nope, she lay back and snacked on it from her finger as I ate her out."
Rather roughly, I grabbed Pam and hauled her to her feet, then lifted her off the ground and sat her on the breakfast bar.
"It's cold." She complained, then gasped as I pushed her to lie back across it.
Then she gasped again as I pushed her legs apart and planted my mouth on her sex. It was the one thing in my marriage that my ex had never complained about. I took pride in my oral skills and I was more than willing to share them with my sister after that blow job.
I'd deal with the consequences of this later, but I was not going to stop until I got my sister off.
Not that Pam was going to try to stop me. Having already talked me into getting her off with my fingers, it was obvious she had no compunctions about this like I'd had. Wait? Did that mean I'd already decided it was OK? I dismissed the thought to concentrate on her pussy with single minded determination.
Like when playing football, you have to keep your eye on the ball. Cunnilingus is pretty much the same thing. Don't get distracted.
Using all my skills and being patient, I used my finger, tongue, lips and even my nose to bring her pleasure. I noticed her clit was quite large, and used my finger and thumb to gently grip the hood and wank it like a miniature dick. Pam started moaning as I did it and started to climax hard moments later.
My mouth and chin were soaked, but it was my turn to grin at her glazed expression as she lay there panting. I turned to the sink and rinsed my face and hands, then helped Pam off the breakfast bar. As she stood her thigh brushed against my resurrected erection.
"You want another one, or..." I shook my head.
I suspected I knew what she meant, but I was prepared to go there. What we were doing was bad enough. I didn't want to think about fucking her. OK, I did, but I didn't because I wasn't sure I could keep my emotions away from the sex the way Pam seemed to be doing it.
New territory
In the few weeks since I'd been here, we'd talked about the work Pam needed done, and most of it was basic maintenance. Loose cupboard doors and a drawer that wouldn't shut in the kitchen, the tiles in the kitchen and bathroom needed re-grouting and new silicone sealants applied.
The lounge had a few cracks in the walls and ceiling and needed redecorating. The bedroom was the hardest to sort out as Pam had very little storage and still seemed to store her clothes all over the floor. Just like I remembered when she was a girl. The house had been designed to have a dining area in front of the front window, but Pam had no need of it as she just ate at the breakfast bar. So I suggested we get a large cheap wardrobe and put it there.
Because the houses were closely packed side by side, and the climate, the ceiling was about 10 foot up and there were narrow windows down both sides of the house just under it. Letting in light and offering through ventilation to keep the AC bill down, but offering no views.
I offered to go and get the supplies we needed, but Pam insisted on coming as well. Knowing too well that I'd never let her pay for them. She put on clothes for the first time in nearly a week and then chuckled at how out of place they seemed.
We got emulsion, sealant and grout. Along with a few small tools. Then rollers, paint brushes, a paint tray and a small step ladder to reach the ceiling with. Luckily I had roof bars for my car in the back. Then we visited a furniture store and chose a wardrobe and asked about delivery. I was shocked when the guy said we could get it the next day. He said if we'd been in just an hour earlier he could have had it delivered that afternoon.
Pam insisted we look around the rest of the store and tried out a few easy chairs. She even sat in one of those vibrating chairs, where I noticed she wasn't wearing panties. I saw her grin as I looked then turned on the vibrations and I had to laugh. She wasn't wearing a bra and the vibrations revealed that in seconds as her nipples sprang to life.
I thought she might be embarrassed as we walked out of the store with many of the other customers looking at her nipples clearly visible, but she seemed to enjoy the attention.
Back home, as Pam tackled the laundry, I took a screwdriver and adjusted all the kitchen cupboards and drawers. Fixing the one that wouldn't shut, easily. Then I went around the house filling every crack I could see.
Pam made a joke that I'd missed one and flashed me her pussy. I should have been shocked, but seeing her in clothes was the oddity here.
Getting the grout from the kitchen tiles was messy, as was removing the silicone sealant. And I decided I need to get hold of some industrial degreaser, before I tried to grout them. Hopeful it would give the files a whole new lease of life. Otherwise, I might have to talk Pam into letting me replace them.
By the time I'd done all that Pam declared we should order a pizza in as she had salad stuff ready. As the pizza place was only 5 minutes walk, I collected them after Pam called the order through and found her sitting in the little gazebo behind her place. The new solar powered lamps made the place cosy.
We ate in companionable silence until we finished the excellent pizza. Extra thin and crispy with minimal topping. Not the heavy overloaded types I was used to.
"So Josh, I'm kinda surprised that you're still single."
"Why?"
"Because I never had a guy go down on me like that."
"A guy? Does that mean you've been with girls?" I teased, but I realised I'd hit a nerve.
"I'm serious, If you weren't my brother I'd stake a claim."
"Really?"
"Add in that wonderful cock, and I'd be tempted to even though you are my brother."
"Seriously?"
"Look, I'm never having kids. My doctor recently put me on HRT and that's mostly why I'm super horny all the time. I have to accept that I won't be a mother."
"You could adopt?"
"Not many single mums get chosen. Not on my salary anyway. Anyway, I'm side tracking myself. What I meant to say was I'm not looking for another husband. Or even a boyfriend. I'm not looking for love, as we love each other anyway. Having you to satisfy my needs would be wonderful. If only for a while. You're only here for 6 months right?"