"So, since we have a few days, what do you say we share the cooking - I cook tonight and you cook tomorrow night?" I asked her as I opened the cabinets.
"OK - it's a deal. But how will we know who is the better cook?" she replied, winking.
"I don't think that matters - we'll both have great meals and plus, we don't have to compete on this! Let's not add more stress to everything else going on," I added.
"Yeah, you're right.... so, can I least watch the master chef prepare his meal? It's time for a cocktail and I could use some entertainment...besides, it'll be less to pack!" She made her way over to the kitchen cabinet where the bottles were kept. As she bent over to look in the cabinet, I couldn't help but notice her panties peaking out above her low-rise jeans.
"OK, wise ass... pour me one too... I cook best when I drink." I started gathering the pots I would need.
She took out two glasses and picked out a bottle of whiskey from the kitchen cabinet. The bottle was half empty, and looked like it hadn't been opened in 10 years. Luckily, there were plenty more bottles of varying size and shape just waiting to be drained. She poured me and her a generous portion. We raised our glasses and toasted.
"To Mom and Dad," I said.
"Cheers," she smiled a sad smile and took a drink. I let the whiskey fill my mouth and felt its warmth make its way from my tongue, to my throat and into my chest.
My sister and I were at our parents... our LATE parents... house down south. They had passed away a few months ago and because of complications with their estate, we weren't able to settle their affairs until recently. I came down a week ago to start packing and cleaning up. My sister arrived this morning to help out. We spent the day going through all of their things, overwhelmed by the sheer number of their belongings. We had a couple of weeks before the house would be put on the market, but both had to get back to our lives up north soon. It was the end of a long day and we both needed a break.
I hadn't spent much time with my sister since I graduated from college and moved out on my own - over 25 years ago. We had kept in touch and would visit each other occasionally but I wouldn't have said we were close. I was looking forward to spending some quality time with her. We never had the chance to spend time together outside of the occasional holiday or visit and while we both had our own lives to tend to, I always felt that we had a stronger connection, but never got around to exploring it.
My sister was attractive - long brown hair, blue eyes, mid-40's, slim build and athletic. She liked to run and keep in shape and never had any children. Looking at her in her white t-shirt and jeans, I started to think about what she looked like under those clothes. My cock started to swell in my jeans. I had always been attracted to my sister but since we hadn't spent any quality time together, I could only imagine what it would be like with her. I thought that she felt the same way about me, but couldn't be sure. Maybe this time together would give us the answer.
I started to prepare a simple meal of pasta and salad - there wasn't much of a choice from the local market - while my sister drained her first glass. My glass was almost empty as well, the first one always going down quickly. She picked up the bottle and refilled her glass and then mine.
"So, tell me, what's going on with you? Are you happy?" she asked.
"Sure, I have nothing to complain about, why?" I replied, wondering where her question was leading.
"Oh, nothing. I just want to make sure my big brother is doing OK." She smiled a dreamy smile. I could see the stress of the day melt off of her shoulders and she slumped a bit on the stool.
"How about you, are you happy?" I asked. I knew my sister wouldn't have asked me the question she did unless she wanted me to ask her the same question.
"Sure, why wouldn't I be?" she replied, not making eye contact.
"I'm just asking. I want to make sure my little sister is doing OK," I smiled, mimicking her response to me earlier.
She smiled. "Yeah, I'm fine... "
Her eyes told a different story. I wasn't sure of it was that quick first drink or just the lighting, but it looked like her eyes were watery. She turned her head so I couldn't see her face.
"Hey, are you OK?" I put down the spoon I was holding and went over to her on the stool. "What's wrong? You don't look OK..." My smile disappeared and I put my arms on her shoulder.
"It's nothing... you know maybe I'm just getting old - once you hit forty, you start to get sentimental about things." A couple of tears ran down her cheek.
"What are you getting sentimental about? Is everything OK? How are things with Bob?" I asked.
Her husband Bob was 15 years older than her. My sister had met him years ago and while he was a nice guy, I always felt she could have done better in the looks department.
"He's fine... It's just being down here at mom and dad's house, it makes me think about how short life really is. Makes me wonder about the choices I've made and what my life is like," her voice cracked at the last few words.
"Hey, we all feel that way as we get older." I poured both of us another whiskey and sat down next to her.
"You've done pretty well for yourself - you can't look at the past - you have to look ahead."
"Yeah, I know, it's just that there's not much ahead for me." She took a deep sip and sighed.
"What do you mean?" I asked, placing my hand on the small of her back and moving it slowly in circles.
"I mean, I love Bob and all, but we're not very close. Our relationship has always been more....", she struggled to find the word.
"More...?" I prodded.
"More cerebral than physical, if you know what I mean." She looked at me, making sure I understood.
"Ah... I see... so it's been awhile..." I nodded in understanding.
"Awhile?" she laughed. "It's been years! We haven't had... I mean... we haven't been intimate in a long time... I mean, I feel kind of funny saying this to you, but certain areas of my life are not being fulfilled, know what I mean?"
"Yeah... I hear what you're saying... but what can you do about it?" I replied. We both took another sip of our drinks.
She was silent for a minute and I could see she was struggling as to whether she should continue. "I almost had an affair a couple of years ago, but couldn't go through with it," she said. "There was someone who was interested in me but I really didn't know him. I couldn't risk my marriage for a fling. I need to trust the other person." Her eyes started tearing up again - I put my arm around her shoulder and held her close. She buried her head into my shoulder.
"I'm sorry to hear this. I wish there was something I could do," I said as I held her closer. Her body was so warm and I could feel the blood rushing to my cock. Maybe it was the whiskey.
I held her for another minute. She pulled her head from my shoulder and looked me in the eyes.
"Well....there is," she sniffled. "I trust YOU. Completely."