Thank you so much for the comments and the high rating you gave me for chapter 1 of this story. I hope this chapter lives up to the same expectations. If you didn't read chapter 1 before, you might find it helpful before you continue to read on here.
There will be at least one more chapter following this, then we shall see after that. I hope it doesn't take as long to get chapter 3 up as it did this chapter. Sometimes life gets in the way of this fantasy stuff!
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The early morning dawn began to weakly filter into the window of the single bedroom of Karen's apartment. On a normal weekday, Charles would have been up at least an hour ago. Even on the weekend, he was often up before sunrise, more from force of habit than any other reason.
But today, habit was the farthest thing from the reality of the situation. For Charles, sleeping later than normal was one thing. But waking up in his sister's bed, with both of them naked after their taboo sex session the night before, was about the farthest away from normal you could get.
As he began to clear the grogginess from his mind, he thought back to last night's activities. Charles had agreed to go on a blind date that has been set up by Stan, his assistant regional manager at work, and Stan's wife Lori. When he arrived at the restaurant where the date was to take place, he discovered that his blind date was his sister Karen, whom he hadn't seen in the two years since his wife Jessica's funeral.
After some preliminary "clearing of the air," the two had a wonderful time together, catching up on each other's lives while they enjoyed the dinner that Stan and Lori had arranged. They continued their evening together in Karen's apartment. Somehow, an innocent hug had led to a quick kiss, then a more passionate one, before they found themselves stumbling into Karen's dark bedroom, eventually leading to Charles and Karen having sex together. For Charles, it was only the second woman he had ever been with in his life.
The storm of emotions and thoughts in his head became nearly overwhelming. As the light in the room gradually continued to grow, so too did the conflict in his mind. In the two years since his beloved Jessica died from ovarian cancer, he had become a hermit, coming out only to go to work. He had basically cut off all contact with the outside world, including his sister, who, as he found out during their dinner, had divorced her husband. As he thought about that scenario, he began to wonder if his two daughters also felt like their dad had become a stranger, since they lived in different parts of the country and he had stopped coming to visit them.
Charles' thoughts were interrupted as Karen let out a sigh, then shifted her position next to him a little, before settling back to sleep. The light through the window was bright enough now that he could see her naked form for the first time, as they had not bothered to pull the bed spread back before they fell asleep the night before. Karen had bent her left arm so that her hand was now resting on the lower part of her left breast, her index finger just covering her nipple, while her right hand had straightened out to rest on the dark patch of pubic hair above her pussy.
Charles could feel a stirring in his groin as he surveyed Karen's body. Her skin was a little darker than his – she must have picked up more of the Mediterranean genes from their mother's side of the family. Her hair was as dark as his – not quite black, although in the dim light it appeared to be. She wasn't yet showing the graying that he was around his temples. Naturally, her hair was disheveled as she lay on her pillow, but he remembered from last night that it hung down low enough that her curls were lightly dancing on her shoulders. There was a slight part in the center, but she had allowed her bangs to feather down over her forehead. The result was that her face was perfectly framed by her dark locks.
Charles continued his survey. Her nose was well pointed, but not large at all, and perfectly smooth and straight. She was beginning to show what could be considered to be laugh lines on either side of her mouth, which was slightly open as she slept. He thought that she was remarkably beautiful, and certainly could have convinced people that she was younger than 48.
Her nipples were dark – he would call it a dusty rose color – and sat on breasts that looked to be about the size of an orange. He really didn't have any experience sizing breasts, but he thought that perhaps they were a little bigger than Jessica's. Laying on her back, they hung to her sides just a little bit. But he remembered last night thinking they felt pretty firm as he explored them with his hands in the dark. Now as he watched her, he licked his left index finger gently, then reached across and gradually swirled it around her right nipple, causing it to firm up a little. His touch also raised little tiny bumps on her areola. Seeing her reaction caused another reaction of his own between his legs.
Charles' eyes continued down her body, stopping at her navel, which sunk down in the middle of her taut stomach. He wanted to stick his tongue in and get it wet, but he wasn't ready for her to wake up just yet, so he made a mental note to try that later. He couldn't see farther down because of her hand position resting on her dark patch of hair. So he gently wrapped his fingers around her wrist and lightly lifted her arm up so that her hand was now covering her navel, and her pubic hair came into view. It was fairly thick, as he remembered from his touches last night, and dark like the hair on her head. He could see that it was trimmed neatly into a triangle shape.
Her legs were long and appeared to be lean, indicating that perhaps she was a runner. When she had shifted before, she had slid her right foot up to where it lay next to her left knee. Her right leg bent so that her knee was raised up above the rest of her body. There appeared to be no tan lines, so her exercise must have all been done at the gym.
By this time, Charles' cock was really making itself known. He adjusted his lower half so that it sprung free, glancing along Karen's thigh right next to her pubic mound, which was prominently raised. He stretched his left arm out and down to where his hand landed just above her knee, and he slowly began to glide his fingers back and forth across her smooth skin. He caressed her with a circular pattern, coming closer and closer to her mound, until his fingers finally grazed against the edge of her trimmed patch.
Wanting to explore some more, he extended his hand and placed it between her legs, cupping the lips of her pussy. He gently parted her folds with his middle finger until he found the smooth entrance of her vagina, still holding on to the moisture they created last night. He couldn't help himself, and slowly inserted his finger inside, feeling the heat of her center. His gentle in and out thrusting of his finger elicited a reaction from Karen, who instinctively lowered her hand as if to put a stop to whatever it was that was causing the tickling feeling she was experiencing. When her hand found out that it was Charles' hand that was responsible, she blinked her eyes open and looked up to his face with a smile.
