"Secondly, I could do with letting go a little. To be honest, the past few months have been harder than I thought they would be. A lot harder."
"Ok, you tell me all about it and we'll crack that bottle open."
In fact, more than one bottle was opened. Lucy relayed how life was different in Wiesbaden and how tricky it was now that Torsten was away so much. Work was ok, but their social circle was limited.
"Thing is," she then confided, "with him being away..."
"Hmmm?"
"Well, to be blunt, we've been trying for a baby... well, I need him to be around, at least until I am better established here, better at German, have a support network of friends and so on."
"Ah." The revelation hit him. "Oops that changes things," he thought. He paused as he digested his sister's news. "So...you really want one?"
"Time's right, I'm not getting any younger, and as Torsten says, if I was busier it might not be so easy to give my work up."
"If you wanted to give your work up. Gosh, Luce, how time flies!" Karl never really imagined free spirited Lucy would want to devote herself to raising children. Maybe it was Torsten's idea?
"Sleep and freedom gone," he remarked.
"Well, yes."
"We were so carefree once!" Karl had flippantly referenced their past: his visits to Nottingham.
Lucy sipped at her wine and looked studiously at her glass. "Not quite. We got careful." It was ironic now, she thought. Panics about contraception and now - the opposite. To top it all, these little spoken hints or little physical reminders about their wilder days was having an effect on her. That time back, soon after she'd moved to Nottingham, on the night they had been at the club and she had encouraged him: he'd been so eager. She could picture them still. "Leave it," she told herself. After all, she had had this afternoon to herself. But was that a trickle of wetness she felt now? Oh no! She was a little shocked at her arousal.
Karl remembered the time in the thunderstorm as Lucy transformed from reluctant sibling into a wanton lustful fire spirit, fucking him for all he was worth. And those other times: unbelievable. The wine has made them both fairly woozy, which allowed him to eye up his sister a little more closely. Her breasts were nicely framed in the strapless dress, her slim body emanating fitness and energy. The heat and the wine wove their way through his thoughts, lowering the barriers to dangerous territory.
"Was hot, though," he finally spoke up. Lucy ran a finger around the rim of her wine glass.
"Yeah. That was then. You've got someone now though, haven't you?"
"No."
"Stick around here. Friend of mine said Rhineland folk are very open and friendly, and there are a lot of gorgeous German girls - well, from all over really."
Karl mulled her comment over. "Well, I didn't just travel here to pull, tempting as that prospect may be."
"Maybe you should."
"Why?"
"You know why." Oh, she'd noticed in the water slide then.
"In four days? It's not that easy, Luce."
"No, I know. It's not that easy for me, either." She drew on her glass, aware that her brother was looking at her intently.
"But you are sorted, right?"
"Yeah." It was not so convincing a response, or so Karl thought. He glanced over at her again, but Lucy's manner suggested she was bringing the matter to a close.
"Look, I'm tired, and I have German classes tomorrow morning. I'm turning in."
"Ok, I'll plan a day out then."
"Yeah, well, half a day, at least. We'll sort it out tomorrow. Goodnight, sweet brother, it'll all seem easier in the morning."
Lucy then got up and went to her room, closing her door. That was the night over then. Or so he thought.
**
Some time after midnight he awoke to hear Lucy in the kitchen area, presumable fetching a glass of water. It reminded him that he was thirsty too, as a result of the heat and the wine. He waited a moment to let her finish before pulling on some shorts and going to the kitchen area. He found that a cabinet light was still on, and so he could retrieve a glass easily. He filled his glass from the tap and turned to see Lucy had left her door open; he could see her in the darkened room, lying on her back on the bed. Was she already asleep? Then just as he quietly took another sip, he began to hear a tell tale buzz, like he had heard that afternoon. His mind rushed to confirm his suspicion that she was pleasuring herself. He felt a wave of adrenaline and peered over; in the dimness of the room, it seemed that Lucy's legs were parted, and her short little nightie seemed to be drawn up?
He could hear the buzzing again; he reasoned that he should leave her to her private time, but then, her door was wide open...deliberately? He was curious and relished the chance to see his sister in an act of self pleasuring. Then again, he could be letting all hell loose by doing so. A moment later, she gave a little sigh, and then he was propelled forward by some kind of magnetic force, and before he knew it, he was at the doorway of the bedroom.
Lucy was in front of him on the bed with one hand between her legs with a vibrating device. He gazed at her, her satin nightie indeed pulled up above her waist, her legs outstretched and her eyes closed in pleasure. He was entranced, willing on his sister to orgasm, oh, he would be such a well behaved spectator! He noticed his erection growing in his shorts, and his attention was drawn to her hands moving steadily between her legs - and then she stopped. He froze. He'd been noticed.
He shut his eyes in horror, unable to move or think. He heard a rustle from the bed, and tried to compose an explanation for his "observing." His mind was blank, he was rooted to the spot and after another moment he felt something gently pulling on his shorts; they dropped to the floor, and now, suddenly there was something else, wet and warm, caressing his upturned cock. It was slipping and sliding over his hardness, he continued to be statue still as the warmth embrace of lips and a tongue lapped his stiffened manhood.
"Oh Luce," he whispered hoarsely. With kisses and caresses she teased him and pleased him until he was whimpering with lust. Once he was twitching in pent up arousal, she silently withdrew to the bed.
"I want you Lucy," he murmured.
"Keep it outside of me, Karl," she whispered in response as he followed her on to the bed, pulling up her nightie. He leant over, and brushed his engorged cock over her tightly trimmed bush. He could not say a word as he balanced himself on his forearms and guided himself, brushing up and down her pussy lips. This time they had to be really careful. He knew he had got some condoms, but if he had brought them in it would have suggested he had meant to fuck her all along. No. Better for her to allow them to dry fuck, it was already mind blowing.
He lowered himself a little, now at ease, he had enough space between his cock and Lucy's vulva. She was already squirming under him in pleasure, he stroked her clit - oh so long since he had touched that little nub of delight, and slipped his cock along the ridges of her pussy lips. It felt deliciously damp down there. No mistakes this time though. The slight roughness of her hair down there contrasted the slippery warmth of her lips; of course, she was already primed. He kissed her on the mouth, and continued to brush his cock up and down with patient little strokes - Oh! That squirm she made was a little risky - he raised himself slightly, but she bucked again, he moved cautiously up again; that was a little dance with danger: she liked that, did Lucy.
He eased off teasing her clit, just to be sure; he had a nice rhythm sliding along her sweet pussy lips. It would be all topped off at the end with a nice pool of cum on her stomach. Sweet. A moment later she bucked again and raised her hips a fraction more and he found he was sliding down, down, over her vulva. This was really risky now. She raised her hips again and oh, he was inside her! Oh God! His married sister! She bucked her hips as if in encouragement, and he was lost now, all traces of restraint evaporating as he began to plunge deeper into her hungry wet pussy. She was sopping wet, and so ready for him.
Lucy gave something between a sigh and a moan and Karl responded by thrusting more forcefully. Something powerful had been reawakened in them now and Karl nuzzled his sister as he fucked her shameless cunt. She was hungry for sperm - his? Oh Hell! He couldn't stop even if a bomb went off. He was caught now, steadily thrusting in her forbidden pussy, unified again after so many years. She fitted him like a glove, and was so in tune with him. And now she was starting her unforgotten killer moves on him: she wrapped her legs around his, binding them tightly together, and just that made him fuck her harder, and he could sense she was getting closer now, and, oh, that's when she wants him to cum - her fingers found their way to his balls and gently stroked them with a deft touch, he felt the rush approaching, his orgasm nearing, his sister now squeezing on his cock with her vaginal muscles and gasping in her own approaching orgasm, he really, really should not be in her, but her fingers were stroking again, quietly demanding his balls empty into her, and he could do nothing else but instinctively thrust as deep as he could, in, in, shooting his cum deep inside her seething pussy, a volley of spurts, coating her walls with his hot essence. She clutched him close to her and he felt her sapping out his juice as they slowed to a stillness. He looked deep in to Lucy's eyes. They gave assent to what had just taken place. He, still locked in place by her legs, felt her warm little internal shudders draw to a close.