Mark laid, watching the tape running on the television set at the foot of her bed. Anna, his 40 year old sister, as usual, was working on her computer at her work desk a few feet away at the side of the room. It was a weekly routine for Mark to drop by his sister's house on his trip to the city. It was his port of call, to rest after dropping off his wife for her visit to her mother. Mark was not inclined to stay at his in-laws. In the late evening, he would pick up Linda and they would head back home.
Anna was living alone with her 20 year old son, John. She was a single mum; her husband was killed in an auto accident 1998. Although her late husband had left her with a comfortable financial package, to keep herself occupied, Anna worked from home, writing articles for the local newspaper.
Mark had a deep longing for his sister all these years but never shown his desire. He was 5 years older than Anna. It all started when Anna was 14. They were walking along the lane leading to their parent's house when they saw their pet dog mounting a bitch. Mark knew what the animals were doing but Anna asked him to stop. She watched in fascination while Mark felt uncomfortable. When the animals had completed they remained stuck to each other.
Anna turned to her brother and said in awe, "What are they doing and why are they joined together?"
The young man pretended ignorance and told Anna that the dogs were just having fun, knowing that his sister was too young to know about sex. At the same time, he felt his penis stiffening.
The world changed for Mark that day. That night, thinking back to the episode, Mark masturbated. He did so occasionally, as most boys do. But in his mind, for the first time, it was Anna he was thinking of. He saw his sister in a different light. He started stealing glances whenever she was around him in her skimpy shorts and cut offs.
Mark started to pee into keyhole of the bathroom whenever Anna was inside. The first time he spied Anna naked, it took his breath away. It was on a morning when their parents were out shopping. She was sitting on the toilet, nude. His sister's nubile body was flawless. Her budding apple sized breasts were topped with pointy pink nipples. They were unusually puffy and stood out. When she stood up, he suppressed a gasp when he saw her patch of furry pubic hair.
It became a daily ritual for him to peek at her nakedness and he finished off by masturbating with her in mind. As she grew older and her body filled out, and he had instant hard on whenever she hugged or kissed his cheeks.
When he had sexual contacts with his girlfriends he imagined them to be Anna.
Mark married Linda, his office mate. They had no children.
When Anna's husband died, he was the rock in her life, caring for her and John. There were times when Linda voiced her disapproval about him spending more time with Anna than her. If only his wife knew the reason her husband was always in Anna's house, it would be catastrophic.
Mark had resumed his suppressed desire to spy on Anna's naked form. He dropped by knowing that John was away at school. And as in his young days, he peeped into the keyhole of her bathroom whenever she was inside. At 40, Anna was a beauty and her matured body had curves in the right places.
Gradually Linda accepted the fact that he really cared for his widowed sister, and as long as Mark was not having extra marital affairs, the issue of his closeness with Anna was laid to rest.
"Gosh, I almost forgot I had a meeting with the editor this morning," Anna said in exasperation, as she switched off her computer. "Please answer the phone while I take a shower," she told Mark.
"Uhh, oh, ok," Mark replied.
Anna walked to end of the bed. Mark's eyes moved slightly to look at her. Anna quickly shed off her housecoat and stood in her bra and panties. As far as she was concerned, the man lying on her bed was her brother and there was no need for modesty. She approached the bed to pick up her towel. As she bent forward, Mark could see from the corner his eyes the top bulge of her breasts. He pretended to concentrate on the television. It gave him goose bumps just to see her parts of her uncovered flesh. She looked so good and he felt like reaching out and holding her in his arms.
He heard the shower turned on and he imagined her naked in the bath. At his age, Mark still masturbated, sometimes imagining holding Anna under the showers as he fucked her from behind.
Anna came out, clad in a large towel and sat at the dressing table. She put on her make up and the smell of her perfume made him turn to look her way.
As she combed her hair, Mark took that final step which had haunted him throughout his adult life.
He stood behind her and took the comb from her hand. Anna looked into the mirror, taken aback by his action as he slowly combed her hair. She let her head fall back and looked up at him. He was so gentle and she smiled.
