Author's Note: I have to apologize for chapter 6. As you noticed and maybe guessed, Susan was, well lets just say a name I'd been struggling with throughout this series. I thought I'd finish up the series on this one. I knew there had to be at least a few readers out there like myself who might like being led on for a bit. Thanks for the kind words of encouragement as I assembled this set. Hopefully, neither the previous chapter nor ending here will disappoint those of you who've stuck with the plot as it developed. Undoubtedly not the most hard core of stories, but erotic enough for my tastes, and apparently a few of you as well. Contact me if you'd like more of similarly written stories on this or any subject you think might interest the readers. Thanks again!
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I had made a promise to Kathy, hadn't I. I had this fantasy of seeing her naked, watching her masturbate and even touching her. All that had come true, yet the very part that I dared not even dream of was right there in my grasp, and I promised her I would avoid it - even if SHE asked! "What was wrong with me," I thought?
I lay in bed that night reliving the day in my head - the sight of that awesome body of my older sister; the feel of her firm, round breasts in my hand with her gentle hand cupping mine, approving and encouraging. I could almost hear the sound of the wetness of her juices as my fingers plunged deep into that forbidden hole. I could still smell the aroma of her sexual scent permeating the air around me, a scent I couldn't begin to describe.
Then, just as that first ejaculation shot from me, I felt my cock entering her, those tight swollen lips of hers massaging my cock as it slid in to the warm sheath. My hips reacted on their own pumping heavily. But rather than depositing my sperm in the belly of my sister, it shot aimlessly over my chest and stomach. My promise saw to that! Grabbing a Kleenex, I wiped myself off and rolled over and closed my eyes to try to relive that moment which couldn't be.
I awoke to sunlight. There was quiet except for the sounds of birds outside. "Should I lie here for a while and see if Kathy will appear and lay with me once again?" I thought to myself. But then I quickly arose, afraid of my own needs, afraid of my promise.
Washing up and dressing quickly, I headed to the kitchen. There was coffee in the pot and a note on the table. I poured a cup of coffee as I read:
Michael,
I went out for a morning run. I need to get back in shape for track. I'll be back in a bit to shower, then I was hoping you might like to go for a hike out in the hills like we used to do. If you have something else to do, I understand. If not maybe you could pack us a lunch. There's lunch meat, fruit and drinks there, and maybe throw in a snack. Surprise me.
Love,
Kathy
Surprise her, I thought. How I'd love to do just that. I ate some cereal and cleared off my dishes. I pulled out the bread and began rummaging through the refrigerator to see what sort of lunch meat we had. I heard the door. It was Kathy out of breath and perspiring, heading for the shower. But she stopped and gave me a peck on the lips as she passed me.
"Are we going?" she hollered as she headed down the hall, her aroma lingering even as I watched her disappear. She smelled heavenly even full of perspiration!
"Yeah, I was just packing sandwiches," I hollered back.
"Great!" I heard her say in the echo of the bathroom. She hadn't closed the door as she seldom did any more when no one was there.
I heard the water come on and was drawn to it. My excuse was asking her a question. "What kind of meat do you want on your sandwich, salami or boiled ham," I said standing in the bathroom watching, her naked form dripping in pearled suds.
She continued soaping herself up as if I weren't there and said, "I don't care. Whichever there is the most of I guess."
With my mind far from lunch or sandwiches I said still staring, "There's plenty of each." Her body looked almost fictitious - like some more than perfect cartoon character created to drive men wild.
"Ham then, please. And put a piece of Swiss cheese on it too, will you? And a little mustard?" she said. I could never get over the calmness of her demeanor standing naked in my presence. I can remember a time that my presence meant a shriek of horror.
"OK," I said, still standing there staring like some ten year old.
She giggled at my frozen stare and said, "Well..."
That broke the trance and I headed back to the kitchen now with an uncomfortable bulge in my jeans.
My mind wasn't on making sandwiches, and it took forever. I'd get out one thing and close the refrigerator then need something else. One item at a time however it came together as the water stopped in the bathroom. I pictured that lovely form with water dripping down and off those nipples as she dried all the wonderful places my hands so loved to explore.
I put drinks, some ice and the sandwiches in the small styrofoam cooler and got us each a fresh peach. They were still in season and the local grown free-stones were so sweet and juicy.
"A snack," I thought to myself. I remembered her saying 'surprise me'. Cookies? No, she would maybe eat one for fear of the calories. Potato chips go well with ham sandwiches. No, too plain; no surprise.
A surprise, huh? I thought of the condoms she had given me. That might be a real surprise! But I had just two left. What the heck, I could buy more now that she started it. I grabbed the bag of potato chips and put them with the rest of the lunch, then I ran into my room and grabbed both condoms that were left. No I didn't think I would need two or even one, but took them both just in case.
Once Kathy was ready we got our things together and headed out, locking up the house. I strapped the small cooler to the back of my bike and we took off. "You lead," I said so I could stare at her from behind all the way there. Kathy and I had taken bike hikes that were 20 miles and more back then so this one of maybe eight or ten was a piece of cake, especially with scenery like I had ahead of me.
She wore a halter top and khaki shorts, not quite as short as she usually wore, but shorter than Bermudas. When we went up hill she would stand and pump, leaning over the bars with her beautiful rear swaying side to side as she peddled. Several blocks down the road we were out of the suburbs and into rural territory.
Back then we wore no helmets or knee pads so the wind fluttered Kathy's soft not quite dry hair. The 4 miles to the edge of the hills where we were headed went by much faster than normal with the lovely scenery directly in front of me. Riding in line like that there wasn't much conversation, but I didn't care. I was captivated by every aspect of her body and as she peddled there in front of me, I couldn't help but try to superimpose visions in my head of that beautiful ass of hers naked. Needless to say I was pretty much turned on as we arrived.
We left our bikes along the drainage ditch by the road and headed through a small thicket of brush and shrubs into the cooler, shady tree canopy, with me carrying the cooler. Again, inside the weeds and brush were sparse due to the lack of available sunlight.
It was damp and cool. Everything was damp. The leaves on the ground were soft and quiet. It even smelled damp. It had that scent of peat moss although the ground was typical mid-western clay. The damp leaves made footing a bit slippery occasionally when we moved along hills and crossed valleys with their small creek beds either dried up or maybe puddled.
We came to a ledge that tapered downward to the right where we could make our way if we wanted. But there on that ledge we could look down and see a small creek that did have water in it and it intersected with a larger creek in the not too distant vista that had a good amount of water. She stopped there, gazing out.
"Oh, look at this! Look at the blue heron there on the other side of that creek. Isn't this just perfect? This is the place," she said still surveying the scenery.
