Author's Notes:
This story is © Copyright LesLumens. Should this story be found anywhere except Literotica.com with this note attached, it is posted without my permission.
Pardon the puns in the titles of this series, I just can't help myself.
This tale is a follow-up to my stories "Adam's Aunt," and "Adam's Family." I recommend reading them first, but you can certainly just start right here, as this tale is meant to stand alone. As with those tales, this one is built more on lust than love, which is the norm in my other taboo tales.
Sometimes, I just feel like writing down and dirty smut.
This is a five part story, and all five were submitted on the same day, so they should come out one a day.
****
"She's not here, is she?" Ron asked as soon as Christine opened the door.
"No, she's not," Christine answered her brother. "She's not far away, though. I just wanted to talk to you first."
Ron sighed, "Okay, let's get this overwith. God, I need a drink."
"What do you want?"
"Beer, whisky, moonshine — anything will work right now," Ron replied while massaging his temples with his fingers and thumb. He then smoothed back his dark brown hair and sighed again.
"Go sit down on the couch. I'll be back in a second."
Ron nodded and wearily walked across the room. Despite the seriousness of the situation, Christine couldn't help but notice the play of his tight butt as he walked. He might be in his forties, but Ron obviously took care of himself.
As she fetched the bottle of whisky and a shot glass, Christine thought about the box that her sister had found in the attic of their parent's house, assuming it belonged to Christine because her name was on it. Much to Christine's surprise, the box had been Ron's. What was inside the box revealed that he'd fantasized about her, going so far as to keep revealing pictures of her and steal panties from the wash. She'd also found Vaseline in the box, and journals that told her beyond any shadow of a doubt that her brother had stroked his cock to thoughts of her.
Fighting down the desire that those thoughts caused, Christine joined her brother on the couch. She did take a quick, secretive glance at his crotch, however. The bulge there confirmed what her niece Angie had revealed about seeing Ron in the bathroom once. Big cocks quite obviously ran in the family.
"She blames herself, you know?" Christine said as she poured the whisky, trying to keep her eyes away from her brother's cock.
"I know," Ron admitted as he took the shot glass and tossed back the liquor.
"What happened, anyway? I know about the birth control pills, and where everything went south, but there has to be more to it than that. If you can tell me?"
Ron shrugged as Christine filled his shot glass again. "Long, depressing story."
"I don't have anything better to do."
Her brother drank the next shot and let out a satisfied groan. "I'm not even sure I know, really. It was like night and day."
Christine settled in, pouring more whisky on occasion, and listened to the sad tale of her brother's collapsed marriage. He obviously needed to talk, and he didn't hold back once he started.
****
Christine quietly spoke into her cell out in the back yard while her brother used the bathroom. "I think I can calm him down and keep him from trying to drag you back home." She felt a little bad about not telling Lynne that he actually was at the house to do exactly that, but believed it was for the best until if and when she managed to smooth things over between her brother and niece.
"On to more important things. Having fun? Mmm — the Jacuzzi. You did remember to turn the camera on, didn't you?" Christine's juices started flowing as her niece described the day's sexual adventures so far at the hotel room. When she saw her brother pass in front of a window, she said, "I need to get back to work on your dad. Don't overdo it too much. Walking bowlegged is going to be hard to explain, no matter how much fun it was getting there." Christine then laughed with her niece and said, "Bye."
"Sorry I talked you to death," Ron said when Christine stepped back into the room.
"It's okay, you obviously needed to talk." Christine sat back down. "I don't know how you're going to take this, but I think it needs to be said. I think she may be cheating on you."
Ron sighed. "I know. I have my suspicions, too. It doesn't really matter now, since we're getting divorced anyway."
"You're right. Look, you need to talk to Lynne, but I think you need to relax and gather your thoughts."
"The way she's acting and keeping secrets is driving me batty. I thought maybe that she'd understand when I apologized for reading her the riot act when I caught her having sex with her boyfriend."
"You may be more open and understanding than Mom and Dad, but that doesn't mean it's easy to talk to you about sex."
"And I still talked to Dad about things," Ron countered.
"Oh, you had no sex secrets, huh?" Already fighting arousal after talking to Lynne on the phone, the conversation turning toward sex was testing Christine's controls.
"I didn't give a play by play when I came home, but I wasn't sneaking around." Ron poured another shot, draining the bottle, which had started less than a quarter full.
"I'll go get us another bottle and some Coke. I could probably use a drink or two, too."
Ron shook his head as Christine stood. "I still can't get over you drinking. Just doesn't seem like you should be old enough. Damn, I'm getting old."
"Oh, poo. Older — maybe. You're not old."
"Old enough that being single again is depressing."
"You're a good looking man with a good job. Women will be throwing themselves at you as soon as they know you're available."
Ron let out a derisive little laugh. "You're not going to cheer me up that easy."
"Then I'll just have to try harder. Be right back."
Christine shared a few drinks with her brother when she returned, helping her to loosen up. Having a jump of several shots on her, Christine could tell that her brother had a good buzz going as she continued to talk to him about dating again, and about the lack of sex in his marriage for the last couple of years.
Ron waved her away when she tried to refill his glass. "I think I've had enough. I've been sitting here talking about sex and dating with my sister for the last twenty minutes. If that's not a sign of one too many, I don't know what is."
"Oh, relax. If you walked in on Lynne having sex and didn't have a heart attack, I'm sure you can survive talking to me." Christine batted her eyelashes and straightened her shoulders, causing her breasts to jut out a little. The slight widening of her brother's eyes and his quick glance away encouraged her. "You need to stop letting what's happened in your marriage make you think that you're undesirable. You're anything but."
He actually blushed, which forced Christine to contain a smile. "If I pretend to take your word for it, can we get back to Lynne?" He asked.
"That depends. Have you changed your mind about trying to drag her home like she's eight years old?"
Ron nodded. "Okay, you're right. I need to stop pretending she's a child. I'll let her decide when she's ready to talk, but I need to see her, and she needs to stay in touch until she's ready."
