It might be helpful for those of you who haven't read chapters' 1 and 2 to read them before you read this one. That way you could better understand everything that went into getting Charles and Karen to this point.
There will be at least one more chapter to come -- a lot of that will depend on your comments after you read this. Since these are my first submissions, I really value your comments and opinions. They encourage me to write even more!
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Charles had missed mornings like this. For the last two years, his attempts at deep, body and mind-refreshing sleep had been interrupted by the dreams of Jessica. He figured those dreams were his last chance at holding on to the life that he and Jessica had together, before she passed away from cancer. But partly because of those dreams, he had not allowed himself to live again. Instead, his life was spent doing two things -- working, and hiding out in the condominium they had purchased together.
But this morning was different. The dreams did not come. There was nothing to interrupt his sleep, and as he stood up beside the bed, he realized that he felt better this morning than he had in a very long time.
He noticed his nakedness, and began the backwards-thinking process in order to remember how he had gotten that way. He remembered first coming into the bedroom and slipping in between the sheets, then remembered thinking about his sister Karen, then remembered coming from her bedroom, and finally remembered shooting cum all over her breasts and stomach as she jacked him off.
Charles made his way into the bathroom that was attached to his master bedroom. As he relieved himself, he took a quick trip back to recall the events of the past two days, beginning with the blind date that has been set up for him by his regional assistant Stan and his wife Lori; the surprise that the date was his sister Karen; their time together on the date, which had started to bring Charles out of the black fog in which he had lived since Jessica had died; and then going back to Karen's apartment, where an innocent hug and kiss had progressed to Charles and Karen fucking as they crossed the taboo line of incest.
They spent the next day together. Bookmarked by their newfound sexual appetite for each other, they talked and shared their intimate thoughts. Charles had found out that his sister had been unable to find a job and had nearly depleted her savings, so he told her she could move in with him, since he had his three-bedroom condo all to himself. She had done just that, taking her own bedroom across the hall from his. Before they had gone to sleep, they had gotten each other off orally, since their earlier fucking had left both of them slightly sore from a lack of usage prior to their blind date.
By this time, Charles had brushed his teeth, then opened a dresser and grabbed a pair of jogging shorts. He opened the sliding door and went out on the private balcony. It had been built so that it wasn't visible from anywhere else in the building. He remembered mornings where he and Jessica would sit together on the outdoor love seat, naked and cuddling with each other to fight off the morning chill. The nipples on her small breasts would stand out in the cool air, and he would take them between his fingers and gently massage them, his goal to hear her break the silence of the morning with a lusty moan. At the same time, she would find his cock and gently stroke it with her hand until it was fully aroused. She would shift and climb up on his lap, her back facing him, and slowly lower herself until they were one. While continuing his attention to her nipples, she would raise and lower herself on his cock, never rushing, but instead allowing the heat they were creating to gradually radiate through their bodies.
Finally he would feel the stirrings deep behind his cock that his orgasm was on the way. It was his signal to release one of her nipples and slide his hand down to her silky folds, seeking out her clit, and gently massaging it. He would gauge the pressure he applied to her based upon the immediacy of his own orgasm: if he was close, he would be more intense with her, and if he was still a ways away, he would be more gentle, with his goal of the two of them cumming together. After they had cum, she would stand up and give him a quick critique of his performance -- cumming together would elicit a "great job" comment; otherwise, he'd hear something like "nice try -- better get it right tomorrow."
Thinking upon those times had caused Charles' cock to begin to awaken. He headed back inside his bedroom, and then on into the hallway. He noticed Karen's bedroom was still closed, and remembering their "agreement," he allowed her to have her privacy. He headed into the kitchen, looked into the refrigerator, and saw the ingredients necessary to make some killer omelets. Charles found the sauté pan he normally used, and began to work on cooking breakfast for he and his sister.
About five minutes into his preparation, he heard her bedroom door open. She looked into the kitchen and saw what he was doing, which caused a smile to come across her face. He walked around the breakfast bar and into the kitchen proper. As she rounded the corner, Charles saw that she was wearing a baggy t-shirt that didn't really do her body justice. He was about to say something to that effect when he dropped his eyes lower and saw that the shirt stopped right above the swell of her ass, her genitals in clear view beneath the dark bushy triangle. He laughed to himself, thinking she must have forgotten her panties. His cock immediately lurched upward as she reached around him from behind and locked her arms around him in a big bear hug.
Charles was dicing onions for the omelets at the time, but he figured he'd better put the knife down, since her hug was having the effect of reducing his muscles to putty. After setting the knife on the cutting board, he spun around and faced her, reaching his hands down behind her to grab both naked cheeks of her ass. Their mouths locked onto each other; their lips could not contain the wild thrusting of their tongues together. As Charles massaged his sister's ass cheeks, she moaned deeply into his mouth.
Eventually Charles broke the kiss, to Karen's dismay. He looked down on her beautiful face and calmly said "Omelets." With that, he turned back around, picked up the knife, and continued with his onion dicing. It wasn't as easy as before, however, for two reasons -- first, his cock was now standing at full mast, which means he had to back away from the countertop a little, and second, Karen had discovered said full-mast cock, and was now groping it through his shorts.
Charles paused his dicing for a minute, and reached down and slapped Karen's hand, and she grudgingly let go. She stepped beside him and watched as he continued his omelet preparation. This was another side of Charles she knew nothing of, and she marveled at the level of skill he was displaying. The first eggs went into the sauté pan, followed soon by other ingredients he had prepared.
While it was cooking, he turned to Karen. "You can help out -- forks are in the drawer to my right, and the plates are in the cabinet above it." Karen moved around him and opened the drawer, finding the forks where he said they would be as she grabbed a couple and put them on the counter. She then reached up to open the upper cabinet, but the plates were just out of her reach, so she moved closer, stepped up on her toes, and found she could just reach the plates this way.
Charles started laughing softly to himself again. He had set her up, and now he was going to make her pay for grabbing his cock earlier. Knowing that her already too-short t-shirt was going to be raised higher because of her reach for the plates, he snuck his right hand down beneath her ass cheeks, and finding her pussy gaped open, quickly jammed two fingers into her wet canal. Karen shrieked and pulled back at this unexpected invasion, but Charles was relentless, and kept his fingers lodged deep within her vagina. He began to flutter them, causing her to shriek again as she bent over at the waist, laying her forehead on the counter, completely helpless to his digital assault. Realizing his first omelet was done, he withdrew his fingers, causing Karen to moan in disappointment. She stood back up and looked at him in time to see him put the two fingers in his mouth and proceeded to clean her juices off. He then reached up and got two plates down before shutting the cabinet door.
