My sister and I shared a few torrid trysts after we discovered our spouses' mutual infidelity, and I found myself making plans as our divorces progressed. The first thing I did after separating from my wife was to rent a two-bedroom upstairs apartment near Kathleen's neighborhood in order to make it easier for her to visit and, once the paperwork was final, have her move in. The notion that the world would see us living chastely as a normal brother and sister while we were actually fucking like crazed wild animals struck me as terribly erotic, and I couldn't wait to get started.
But Kathleen's ardor cooled. The divorce from Mark had hit some legal snags, there were property issues, and our affair only magnified her immense emotional turmoil. Kathy told me she might lose everything if our relationship came out while her divorce was in the courts, and that she needed some time alone to sort things out. I understood; my wife Catherine and I had been together for years, and we had our own personal agonies to consider. Catherine even offered to reconcile, but I was far beyond considering that. I knew what I wanted. But I backed off and didn't see my sister for about six weeks, figuring in the end she'd come around.
One sunny Saturday September morning, however, Kathleen caught me off-guard and arrived unannounced at my apartment, her little hatchback crammed with boxes, suitcases and possessions. I was in the midst of cleaning the place, and wore only in a white T-shirt and grey sweatpants. Kathleen, for her part, wore tight blue jeans, espadrilles without socks, and a black sleeveless turtleneck that gave the effect of a sinuous silhouette, her fine dark brown hair pinned so that it fell prettily around her lovely oval face and spilled onto her shoulders. My sister looked ravishing, and I wanted to ravish her.
"Kathy, I'm confused," I said as I swung the door open. "Are you taking a trip?"
"More than that, Al," she replied, a rasp in her voice. Dropping her purse on the sofa, she said, "I'm moving to Europe. I'm can't tell you where. My plane leaves soon."
"But-- Kathy, why?" I tried to embrace her, but she stepped back.
"I can't take it any more, Al," she said, staying out of my reach. "The divorce, our relationship, everything's going wrong and it's driving me crazy. I have to get away, and especially I have to get away from you."
"Don't you love me, Kathy? Must you hurt me this way?"
"Don't make this about you. I do love you, but that's not the point. How much we love each other doesn't matter in the eyes of society. We'd be ostracized by everyone if we were ever found out. We can't be lovers anymore. It's just not safe. Goodbye, Al."
With that, she turned and walked out, stunning me. A hole growing in my heart, I walked over to the window, tears forming in my eyes, ready to watch her go. Kathy's slender tan fingers pulled on her car's door handle and -- it stuck. A smile played on my lips despite myself, watching my sister struggle with the door and then realize she had left her purse and car keys in my apartment.
As Kathleen came back up the stairs, I took a peek at her plane ticket. Takeoff was set for 7 o'clock from Bradley International Airport (why not Manchester? I wondered), about two hours' drive away, and it was only about 10:30 in the morning now. Yet she had told me her plane was leaving soon. A thought occurred to me, but I heard three quick knocks in rapid succession and I swung the door open, the purse dangling just out of her reach.
"Not funny, Al."
"Can't I at least have a hug?"
"Al, please!"
But tormenting younger sisters is an older brother's prerogative, and with a laugh I stepped back. Kathy came in and closed the door. I let her get close enough to gain the purse and, like a Venus fly trap, enfolded her in my arms.
"This isn't so bad, is it?" I asked, holding her tight, letting the purse slide out of my fingers onto the floor, letting my lovely sister feel the erection swelling under my sweats. Kathy pushed me back, her face bright with surprise and fury, but I caught her wrist and held it gently so she couldn't pull completely away.
"If you're really leaving ..." I said.
Kathy hesitated for a moment. I held my breath and waited.
"Oh, I knew this would happen," she replied, looking into my face, but not pulling away. "Please, Al, we can't, we really can--"
I pulled her into my arms and silenced her with a light kiss. We gazed at each other for a moment, emotions battling in her deep dark eyes, her resistance beginning to fade. To help her along, I lowered my teeth, nibbled the long nape of her neck, and a heavenly sigh betrayed her true feelings.
"God, you're so evil," she said, but her lips parted to let my tongue tango with hers as I held her head in place with one hand while the other traced the outline of her cantaloupe-round breasts under the tight black turtleneck. I let Kathleen go as we kissed and eased my sweats down, freeing my thumping, turgid cock.
My sexy sister ran a single sharp fingernail along its length, then she worked it into the eye for a second, startling me. We kissed again while she slowly and skillfully massaged my cock and I gently cupped her breasts.
"I swore this wasn't going to happen again," Kathy said, but a playful, sexy smile spread across her face and she started to sink, little by little, to her knees; as she did so, I peeled her turtleneck up over her slender torso and tossed it aside. On her knees before me, her sensuous lips just a couple of inches away, Kathy started to caress my cock in deliberate, teasing strokes while I leaned forward a little to pop the clasp on her bra. She gave a little shrug and it fell to the floor, her marvelous globes swinging free as she stopped for a minute to let me look.
"That's it, sweet sis," I sighed. "I love you."
Kathy rolled an eye upward and gave her tits a little jiggle, but said nothing. I removed my shirt and kicked the sweats away, allowing Kathy full freedom to do with my body as she liked.
