My sister Connie had divorced her husband after several years of marriage. Over the next decade, Connie would visit me in Colorado or I would return home on vacation. On either instance, we would sleep together and picked up where we left off in the 70's. During those visits, her children never did ask about or think about Uncle Dan sleeping in their mother's bed. Several years later, Connie came to visit me in Colorado over Thanksgiving and brought her son, Shawn.
Shawn was 18 and in his last year of high school. He had grown up since the last time I had seen him where he was very tall and athletic. Shawn was on the varsity basketball team and was certain to get a sport scholarship. I had picked them up at the airport and could tell from the conversation that Shawn and Connie got along but that Shawn was being a typical teen. He was interested in his own life and not too concerned about the rest of his family. I don't think that he really wanted to come to visit with his mother but the prospect of skiing in the mountains was the only reason he came.
We drove from the airport to the west side of Denver where I lived. My house sat on the foothills of the Rockies and had a great view of the mountains. I pulled into my garage where Connie and I carried the luggage into the house while Shawn followed us. Once inside the kitchen, I handed Shawn his bag and showed him to the guest room. Connie and I took the rest of the bags into my bedroom. While Connie and Shawn unpacked their bags, I made dinner. Connie was the first one back in the kitchen and Shawn did not know that his mother was staying in my room. We ate our dinner while watching a particular colorful sunset on the mountains and resumed our conversations once darkness set. Shawn started watching MTV after dinner while his mother and I cleaned up the kitchen. I started the fireplace and then opened a bottle of wine. Connie and I shared the wine in front of the fireplace and began catching up on family and friends news which occurred over the last years. Shawn was getting annoyed with our conversions and told us that he was going to watch TV in the guest room and then go to sleep. Connie kissed her son goodnight and returned by the fireplace. It wasn't long after her son left the room that we began some amorous kissing on our own.
At some point it was time to stop the talk and head for the bed. It was so nice to be with my sister again as it had been very lonely without her lately. I refilled the wine glasses. We strolled to my bedroom with our arms around each other's waist and a wine glass in our free hands. Connie took the glass from my hand and set it on the nightstand along hers. She looked into my eyes as she started to slowly undo each button on my shirt. The shirt soon disappeared from my chest and my sister's hands began to buckle my belt and unzip my jeans. She slid one hand into my briefs finding a familiar hard cock waiting while her other hand pushed my jeans along with my briefs past the hips. She gave me a shove which pushed me back and I fell flat on the bed. With my legs hanging straight off the bed, Connie eased the rest of my clothing off. I was lying on the bed with my hard cock sticking up and watched my sister remove her clothing.
She pulled her sweater off over her head and dropped it to the floor. She reached back and unhooked her bra but left it on. Connie undid her jeans and slid them to the floor which gave me a peak of her breasts as she bent over. My sister stood on the foot of my bed, slowly lowering the bra straps off of each shoulder and dropping it to the floor. I was admiring my sister as she pushed her panties down to her ankles. She still had the same platinum blonde hair only now parted in the middle and somewhat past her shoulders. She had lost some weight since our last encounter but was as beautiful as when we first lived together many years ago. My sister slowly turned around to give me a good look at her and then she jumped onto the bed beside me. Connie smiled at me and we kissed.
Connie whispered to me, "It's been awhile, you know what I want", and then climbed over me, straddling her pussy in my face. The aroma of my sister perfume filled my nose as she must have put a sprits between her legs earlier. My tongue began to explore her familiar and very comforting pussy. Soon her lips were wide open and wet with my tongue licking and sucking her clit. Connie began to moan as my tongue darted between her clit and into her pussy hole. My hands had been softly caressing her breasts but now were rolling her nipples and pulling on them. My sister let out a low moan and ground her pussy into my face. "Oh fuck me, fuck me now", she cried out.
This time, I pushed her onto the bed and had my hips comfortably between her legs. My hard cock found Connie's pussy wet and ready as I easily entered my sister. Her pussy felt as wonderful as ever with a long soft but firm grip on my cock as I slid in and out. Soon I was pumping faster and Connie had her legs wrapped around my upper thighs. We were both moaning with pleasure when Connie had an orgasm and clamped her legs hard against my butt. This drove my cock in hard and deep causing me to come. I had been some time since I had an orgasm and it seemed like the streams of cum would not stop from shooting out of my cock. My sister and I lay still for a awhile and exchanged a few sweet kisses. Connie got up and dashed for the bathroom as my cum started to run down her legs. She came back into the bed a few minutes later and we exchanged grins. I said to my sister, "welcome back" and we snuggled together into a deep sleep.
I awoke the next morning to the telephone ringing next to the bed. It was work. I was on vacation leave that Friday but there was an emergency and I had to go in. I quickly showered and noticed Connie watching me as I dressed. I explained the situation to her and told her that I would be back that afternoon. I told her where the keys were to my second car and suggested that she and Shawn should go to Red Rocks and do some hiking. There was snow on the ground but the roads and trails were clear. Half asleep, I left for work. I left quietly but the closing of the garage door must have woke up Shawn.
He went into the kitchen and as he passed my bedroom, he noticed his mother resting under the blankets in my bed. He searched through the refrigerator looking for something for breakfast and had made quite a bit of noise as he moved items from one shelf to the other. The noise woke Connie up who slipped on one of my bathrobes and went into the kitchen to see what was going on.
Connie went into the kitchen to find Shawn raiding the refrigerator and said "Good morning, Shawn, you are up early."
"Oh, hi mom" replied her son, "The noise from the garage door woke me up and I was hungry, so I'm seeing what there is to eat for breakfast. This left over pizza looks pretty good."
"You are not eating pizza for breakfast while I'm around" scowled Connie. Pushing her aside, Connie looked into the refrigerator and said "I'll make some real breakfast." She removed some bacon from a compartment and after finding a frying pan, began to sizzle some bacon. Looking over her shoulder she asked, "Did you sleep well last night?"
"Yes I did", replied Shawn, "I was so tired that I fell asleep on MTV and it was still on this morning. How about you?"
"Really good" said Connie as she smiled to herself and flipped over the strips of bacon.
Connie poured some milk into a glass, handed it to her son, and removed the cooked bacon from the pan.
She was cracking eggs on the edge of the pan when Shawn asked, "how come you were in Uncle Dan's bed this morning?"
Looking busy over the frying pan, Connie thought for a minute while her heart started to beat hard. She said, "The other bed room only has a futon which was too hard for me to sleep on so your uncle is sleeping there and I am using his room."
"Oh" replied Shawn, "Is he getting up soon? Are we going skiing today?"
"Your uncle had an emergency at work and had to go in. He was making the noise that woke you up." replied Shawn's mother. "He won't be back until later but he left the keys
