This story is about an undeniable love between a brother and sister. All characters portrayed are over 18 and is based on pure fiction.
Thanks goes out to Don for his editing.
I have one sister. Her name is Elizabeth, but I call her Liz or Lizzy. She is 24 years old, an arts major at an out of state university. My name is Lucas, my sister calls me Luc, I am 28 years old. I am a moderately successful studio and contract musician. Jazz is my love and joy.
It has been a few years since I had last seen my sister. As kids we had become very close. But as life's choices took us in different directions we saw less and less of each other. We of course loved each other as brother and sister, we knew no different.
Elizabeth had come home from university for the summer and I had just returned home from a gruelling thirteen month long world tour with a music entertainment group of which I was one of the contracted musicians.
Elizabeth and I seemed never to have time off at the same time, always just missing each other, until this summer that had become pivotal to our lives.
Elizabeth, who lived with our parents out in the suburbs, was coming to visit me at my place which is a large soundproofed third floor studio condo in the downtown core built in an old converted red brick warehouse with exposed brick walls and massive wood beams which held up the floors above.
My heart skipped a beat when the intercom sounded. I was quite excited to see her. I buzzed her in and waited expectantly.
Then came the knock at the door. I opened the door and received the shock of my life. Standing there was a stunningly beautiful woman, not the gangly androgynously dressed tomboy I expected.
The girl before me wore a very flattering spring dress with opened arms, which actuated her perfect shape. She had curves in all the right places. While not skinny she was not plump either. She had generous hips that held a promise of endless pleasures, a round well developed posterior of sublime fantasies, perfect welcoming breasts not large nor small. I estimated her breasts to be a thirty six C.
Then her face. If a face can launch a thousand ships, her face could launch a million. Helen of Troy would have nothing on her. A mouth so sensual, perfect symmetrical full lips. Her nose straight and authoritative.
Then there are her eyes. They astounded me and weakened my knees. They are hazel brown which sparkled with the effervescence of life.
Her auburn hair was tied back which showed her regal neck and flawless face.
"Liz, come in." I said as I ushered her in.
"Hello Luc." She said as she gave me a chaste kiss on my mouth and then hugged me warmly.
"So, how have you been brother? I have missed you." She said as she walked around examining my recently cleaned home.
"I missed you too. But I am good. Just chilling and waiting for my agent to book my next gig. I might have some studio jobs in town, or work with a group at local venues." I told her as I watched her walk around my place.
She examined a Grammy award I received for my contribution on a production for a recording of the year. She looked at the couple of gold albums I had hanging on the wall along with numerous other lesser known awards.
An array of instruments sat in the corner such as Saxophones ranging from a Contrabass Sax to Piccolo Sax, a trumpet, an electric keyboard, a small Gretsch drum kit, a Fender amp and Telecaster guitar, and a Sliver Creek Rocker string upright bass. These were the tools of my trade.
I of course did not play all of them, just the sax, horn, and the keyboards. The other instruments were good for impromptu jam sessions with friends and colleagues.
"Very impressive." She said.
"Thank you." I replied.
I offered her beer or wine. She opted for a red wine. I opened a bottle and poured a glass for her. I grabbed myself a beer and sat down beside her on the couch.
"How's your love life, any girlfriends?" She asked.
"No real girlfriend, not since Jane anyway. Just a couple of fuck buddies. I don't have time for one really, and any I have tried seem unfulfilling, not complete, if you know what I mean." I tell her.
"Have you seen Jane since your breakup?" She asked.
"No, just her name when it's on the charts or at award shows when I watch them." I replied.
"You miss her?" She asked.
"No, I am over her. How about you?" I asked.
In truth, Jane took a piece of my heart with her when she suddenly packed up and announced that she was going to New York City to pursue her music career. Well she did make it big, her name was on all the charts, and her videos played everywhere.
"To begin with, I know exactly what you mean when you say they are unfulfilling. But no I have not had any boyfriends in some time, just a girlfriend." She said as she looked at me for a reaction.
"Girlfriend?" I asked.
"I am a lesbian." She said as matter of fact.
"Really? When did that happen." I asked genuinely surprised.
"It happened about four or five years ago after I found boys to be consistently shallow and unfulfilling. All they want is stick their thing in you and dump their load and move on, usually without letting you experience an orgasm. Often Leaving me to jill off on my own. So experimented with girls. I found girls a lot more satisfying. Being with a girl was more than just sex. So I switched teams." She said nonchalantly.
"Well damn sis. The men of this world have lost one smokingly hot woman. But if you are happy, then I am happy for.
"Thank you Luc. Yes I am happy, but I can't say the same about dad."
"Well dad is a case in itself. He has one too many hangups." I said.
"Do you fulfill your women's needs?" She asked.
"I make it my mission to make a girl cum at least once before the main event. I found that I get a more involved response from the girls that way, which I thoroughly enjoy doing anyways." I explained.
She looked at me and searched my face as if trying to read my thoughts, or trying to fathom my thoughts.
"I like that we can talk to each other like this. I feel relaxed and comfortable with you." She said as she sat with her hands between knees with her legs splayed apart as she sat back.
We began reminiscing about times gone by. We talked about those beautiful summer days at the cottage. I had not been to the cottage in years. We had spent many beautiful days under the sun, in the water, splashing around and just doing what kids do.
"Do you remember when I was fourteen and I asked you to teach me how to kiss?" She asked.
"Yeah I remember." I replied.
"That was so funny. I almost bit your tongue off in surprise when you stuck it in my mouth." She laughed and then sipped her wine and pushed against my shoulder.
"Yeah, I think you left a permanent indent across my tongue where you bit me." I scowled.
"I did say I was sorry." She laughed. "You should have told me you were going to do that."
"Well I hope you have improved since then." I said as I rolled my eyes.
