To begin with, I have no sisters - only two brothers several years younger than me - so I never had anything happen like some of the very erotic brother-sister stories that I have read about here.
Sherri is my first cousin - she's my mom's brother's daughter. She's just two months younger than me. We were close growing up, she had an older sister and no brothers, so she and I got to be good friends. We only lived a few blocks from each other, and we were together a lot.
Sherri and I went to the same high school, and we both were eighteen when we graduated. Neither of us was planning on going off to college right away -- we were going to take a year to figure out what we wanted to do.
So that summer after graduation, Sherri and I spent a lot of time together. She and I would pretty much talk about anything and everything - boyfriends, girlfriends, even a little bit about sex and masturbation. I found out from her that girls liked to masturbate - who knew? And I admitted to her that guys pleasured themselves too. At least I did.
But it never went beyond just talking, even though I'd always get an erection when Sherri and I would talk about sex. And it didn't help that she was just so darn good looking. Really short and kind of petite -- she was about 5 ft 4 inches tall, with small breasts. Lovely lips and light brown eyes.
Sherri would notice my erection and tease me about it, when she could see it bulging under my pants. Later that night, I'd have to masturbate before I could go to sleep. I would fantasize about Sherri while I jacked off, and I wondered how she would look nude.
But we never did anything more than just talk. We never even kissed. I wanted to kiss her very much. And maybe she wanted to kiss me as well. But it just seemed wrong, somehow, so neither of us acted on it.
Then, about a year later, her Dad took another job and moved to the entire family to Boise, Idaho - several hundred miles from where I lived, so we didn't get to see each other for quite some time. I did fly out to Boise to go to her wedding a couple of years later. Then several more years passed, Sherri had two kids, and then she got divorced a few more years after that. Her ex-husband Kurt moved a couple of hours away from Boise, but Sherri and the kids stayed there. She now works as a nurse in one of the big hospitals in Boise.
About two years ago, I needed to make a business trip to Boise that would last two weeks. I sent Sherri an email to let her know I'd be in Boise and would be free for a weekend. Almost immediately I got an excited email back from her; she was looking forward to seeing me again.
So, after I got settled into my hotel, I called Sherri on the phone to let her know that I was in town. Since I had a rent car, we decided that I'd drive over to her house on Friday evening, pick her up and take her a nice dinner at a nearby restaurant.
When Sherri came to the door, she still looked amazing. More mature, certainly. But she was still in good shape. Her breasts were a little larger - probably a full B-cup, and her hips were a bit rounder, but she was still nice and trim and petite - especially for a mother of two kids. Apparently, her hours of nursing shift work kept her in shape.
We were both dressed casually. Sherri had on blue jeans that fit her curves nicely, with a scoop-neck cotton pull-over shirt. And she had on an apparently thin bra that showed a nice amount of cleavage with just a hint of nipples pointing the front of her bra and shirt.
She grabbed me, gave me a quick full-on-the-lips kiss, and hugged me hard. I gave her a firm hug in return. She smelled so nice; she must have showered just before I came over. I felt her full breasts pressing against my chest, and my cock started to get a bit hard, just before she stepped back. I don't know if she noticed or not. At least she didn't comment about it.
We had a nice time catching up at the restaurant over dinner and a couple glasses of wine. I asked her how she stayed in such great shape. She told me that she had a Stairmaster at home, and she tried to spend at least 30 minutes on it every day. "Well, it works for you. You really do look good," I told her. She thanked me and smiled kind of sexily.
After a couple hours of chatting there in the restaurant, I drove her back to her house. The sun had already set for the day. Sherri invited me in so we could visit some more - her kids were away with their dad Kurt for the weekend.
Sherri put on some background music and left just a couple of lights on in her living room. She opened up a bottle of wine, and we sat beside each other on there on her couch while we talked. I enjoyed chatting and looking at her face and figure. And I could see just far enough down her cleavage to want to see some more of her breasts.
I hadn't been paying all that much attention to how much wine I was drinking, and when I stood up to go to the bathroom to take a piss, I kind of stumbled and it was apparent that I shouldn't be driving. Sherri pretty much demanded that I should stay at her place that night. She told me that I could sleep in the guest bedroom, that way I wouldn't have to drive myself back to the hotel. I agreed, and after I finished in the bathroom, I sat back down beside her. Sherri had put together a quick plate of cheese and crackers to go along with the wine.
The wine started relaxing both of our inhibitions, I guess. Sherri asked "Joe, do you remember some of the things we talked about before I moved away?"
"Sure, I do. Your boyfriends, my girlfriends. Lots of stuff."
"Well, remember when we talked about sex? And then when I told you that I liked to rub my breasts and play with my pussy? And you got a hard-on? And then I asked if you masturbated? And you got embarrassed, but finally admitted that you did play with yourself sometimes. Remember that?" Sherri asked me.
"Yes, I do. I do remember those times. And I also remember going home horny and needing to get myself off before I could go to sleep," I told her. As I looked at her, I could feel my cock starting to rise again.
"And I bet you masturbated a lot more than you admitted, didn't you?" Sherri asked as she smiled kind of sexy at me.
"Well, yeah. I did. A lot more. And please don't get pissed off at me when I say that back then I was usually thinking about you when I did." I grinned back at her.
"I like that you admit that. It makes me feel sexy. And honestly, many of the nights I was thinking about you when I was fingering myself. Damn it, Joe, I miss those talks. I don't have anyone that I can be that open with anymore," she told me.