My name is David, I'm 39 years old and I've lived in Columbus, Ohio for 6 years. I work here as a Probation Officer. Its my second career, I was a middle school music teacher before this. Hated it. But let's go back a little.
I'm one of two kids raised in a busy suburban Chicago neighborhood by two great parents. They had good jobs, they were fun to be with, attentive to us and taught us the value of work and of self sufficiency. My sister Julie, Jules to us, is 41 and we were competitive with each other growing up about most everything from grades to sports and especially about our instruments.
Jules hated piano lessons in the beginning but went on to make best friends with those 88 keys and she loved to play. Our dad was her biggest fan and I was second. Of course, I want to be quick to say that I played better than she but then I have a certain bias. We'd compete to learn a new piece and when it came to recitals in high school, we always vied to outdo each other.
It wasn't surprising I guess, brother and sister, that we fell into doing duets and we played some pretty swanky parties. But playing together takes lots of practice and boy did we put in the hours. In the summer, when school was out, it was common for us to rehearse two or more hours some days just to stay sharp and learn new pieces for the gigs we played. That's about the time I began to notice Julie was more than just my sister, she was becoming a woman.
Looking back on it now, I guess it's natural enough. I was experiencing all those hormonal changes and beginning to notice muscular development, hair growth, a deeper voice and of course erections. Oh my, I was quite delighted with those.
It depended on the places we played, of course, but often they were upscale venues and we played many of those gigs on twin pianos. At home, however, we only had that one upright so we'd sit side-by-side on that bench and practice. I particularly remember some of those hot July and August afternoons when we were home from college for the weekend. Jules would come to practice with no bra and better yet somedays, in a thin white cotton v-neck. To this day I feel certain she didn't do that to be naughty or provocative but I can tell you for certain dead sure I noticed, and in a big way.
I tell you this to help you understand, and maybe even help myself understand, why I have fantasized many hundred of times since then about Jules - particularly when I'm pleasuring myself. So imagine my delight the other day when she called right out of the blue with news of an amazing opportunity.
She is a pharmacist by trade and teaches introductory courses in a curriculum for pharmacy technicians at Brookline College in Tucson. She knows I'm a probation officer, knows I minored in criminal justice and called to tell me about a teaching position opening up for the summer session.
The college is on 22nd street in Tucson and she lives in the nearby community of Tanque Verde, a 20 minute commute by car. We'd be able to ride together most days. She taught on Tuesdays and Thursdays whereas this opening had teaching duties on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays. I could live at her place rent free for the summer, maybe we'd even play a few gigs. She had it all thought out.
"I've never taught on that level Jules, just music to bratty kids and inservice classes here at the department," I reminded her, though I acknowledged I had racked up quite a number of those in the past 4 years.
She knew this, told me that if I made application for the position, if I could verify the middle school instruction and the inservice classes I'd taught, she'd speak for me and hopefully help my application get noticed.
"I've got to say that sounds pretty cool Jules," I told her, "but all my inservice classes have been variants on the same subject, ethics in criminal justice."
"Well baby brother, that brings me to the two best parts. The title of the course is, 'Ethics for the Criminal Justice Practioner' and, according to the job posting, 'Added weight will be given to applicants with extensive field experience.' I'd say you might have a lock on this kiddo - if you're interested."
"Shit Jules, you're serious?" I asked. I was excited, grinning like a goof and my mind was racing. It was a lot to take in from a five minute phone call.
"I'm very interested," I continued, "but I need to sleep on it. I'd have to get a leave of absence here and get somebody to watch the apartment and all kinds of shit. Can I call you tomorrow?"
"Of course Dave, but make a decision pretty soon. I just saw the posting, but it's been up for five days already."
"Ok, that's a deal and Jules, thanks for this really. It'd be pretty cool to get to know that area, spend a few weeks with you and like you say, maybe we could get a few gigs together for some beer money." It was agreed I'd call the next day and we hung up.
Here it was 6 o'clock already and I hadn't even started on the hour's worth of case reviews I had to finish by morning. I hadn't done my workout or started the laundry. My head was still spinning. I needed a beer.
Jules had never married and I hadn't either. Neither of us saw that as a problem. She dated, was a social being, smart, good looking and all that...just never met the right one. Same with me and that was good news in this case. Other than securing a LOA, I didn't need anybody's permission to go and I wouldn't be a particular disruption at her end either. It all sounded pretty cool.
I've already told you I have fantasies about Jules and add to that I start getting a little amorous after a few beers. Soon enough, I was having those naughty thoughts about my big sister again. I opened another beer and opened my zipper too.
When I'm jerking to her in my mind, it's kind of unfocused. I don't see myself fucking her, for example, or necessarily see her sucking me off. She generally isn't even naked and I'm not playing with her tits. It's more like I just want to be naked in front of her, to have her touch me while I'm jerking for her, to enjoy it, to be sweet to me, kiss me on the neck maybe; all in all for her to get off on watching me masturbate, especially when I finally spew for her and then for her to want it again.
I woke up in a fog the next morning, too much beer. I got quickly through my case reviews, showered, gargled and brushed my teeth - twice. I was at work 20 minutes early, reviewing the rules around applying for a leave of absence.
I got that LOA, got the job at Brookline and Jules picked me up at the Tucson airport. It was a gorgeous day. She looked great, smelled even better and for both of us, life was just plain good and promising to get better. What a summer it would be. I was making plans for that girl.
Her house, it turns out, was bigger than it looked in the pictures she'd sent. Her pool and back yard were entirely secluded, surrounded by 15 foot stands of bamboo, thick and absolute in terms of the screening they provided. The house was adobe, 3 bedrooms and two baths. I was surprised to see the upgrades she (or somebody) had made to the kitchen...all the latest appliances and decor, granite counter tops, cherry cabinetry - the works. And then there was the great room. At the center stood a stunning, all white Yamaha baby grand piano. It was exquisite and I was aware that I gasped when I first saw it. She heard me.
"So you like it little brother?" she beamed.
"More than that, Jules," I said, "I fucking love it. It's gorgeous."
She literally ran across the room and jumped into my arms. Her smile was radiant, she was jubilant. Clearly she had wanted me to like the piano and I did. It was a piece of art.
That was a Saturday and we spent the rest of the weekend reconnecting, making plans for the commute and getting settled in. In the weeks leading up to this I had jerked off to her in my head at least twice a week. I had cum on her face, her ass, her tits and her belly. The face one was my favorite. I can't say my fantasy had overtaken me but it had gotten to be a regular fixture right there at the edge of my thoughts. Now having seen the pool area, my plans were beginning to take form and Wednesday that first week was to be step one.
I'd already prepared a lesson plan for the next day's class by 11 am and Jules had office hours 'till 1. I was laying nude by the pool when she got home and came out to find me. I had deliberately left my towel over by the sliding glass doors - the doors where she'd stand.
She came out onto the pool apron and stopped short when she saw me.
