Latent Tendencies Ch 01

This story starts off somewhere in the mid-west, say Nebraska, in a small town not far from one of the two larger cities. The time is in the late seventies.

Chapter 1- Awakening

Directly following my college graduation I lost my wife, Tracy, and it hit me rather hard. She did not die, just ran off to Europe for post-graduate work with some Frenchman. Received annulment papers, but never heard from her again. Not really brimming with self-confidence before, she took what little I had with her, but left me everything else.

I went back to my hometown and was lucky enough to be hired full time at the junior college, moving back in with my folks. Five-eleven, hovering around one hundred-fifty pounds, and nowhere near rugged good looks, what else could you expect. No skin problem, and I kept my hair fashionably cut. Still, slap a pair of black-framed glasses on me, give me a pocket protector, and you'd have a perfect looking geek. No, I was in terrible shape, knowing I could expect a lot of rejection, probably even from my own hand.

Three years later, I had settled into a live of mediocrity. Then tragically my parents both died in an auto accident, leaving my little sister Jennifer as my only family. Jen was nearly five years younger than me, and we had always gotten along great. Good thing, seeing as it was just the two of us at holidays growing up. There was an elderly aunt we occasionally saw, but I couldn't remember which side of the family she was on, nor could Jen. She died when I was eighteen, and set up a nice trust fund for us two kids.

Jennifer was married, living in a town about three hundred miles away. Had a brand new job teaching third grade, and no children as of yet. We tried to visit each other often, but between the two of us something always came up. Her husband's family lived half a block away from her, and always thought their investment banker son could've done better than an elementary school teacher. Still, she had to go there on all holidays, and was always invited, but I didn't particularly like them, and they made me feel I was intruding.

No, my life revolved around teaching school and refinishing antique furniture, a hobby I picked up from my folks. It was a quiet life, perfect for me, still wallowing in the misery of losing my true love. Everything changed nearly a year after our parents passing, when Jen's husband died in a tragic fishing accident. I'm sure she would've gotten the blame if there hadn't been his father and brothers there at the time.

I drive to her house as soon as I heard, surprised to find her there, and not at the in-laws. She is crying, and at first sight of me flies into my arms. Her body so warm, so soft, and she smells so good, it is just a natural reaction to start to get hard, or so I tell myself. Rest of the night she lay on my shoulder sobbing, distraught her in-laws practically threw her out.

She eventually falls asleep and I don't want to disturb her, so I fall asleep sitting on the couch, her snuggled up, practically sitting on my lap, head on my shoulder.

Jen wakes me up with, "Oh Paul, I'm so sorry."

I stretch and pat her cheek, then give her a smile. "What for sis?"

"Well drooling all over you for one." She giggles, and fusses with my shirt. "And two for falling asleep, and not letting you go to bed. You must be in knots."

Her eyes are red, and she still looks exhausted. I kiss her forehead. "Don't worry about either, can wash the shirt, and work the kinks out. I'm more worried about you." I massage her shoulders, and she leans into me so her forehead is barely touching my lips.

She twists her head and hunches her shoulders. "Guess, I have some kinks too." Chuckling I rub her neck and back. "Um-m Paulie, that feels nice, I didn't know I was so tense."

"Lay down on my lap sis, and I'll give you a half-ass massage, seeing as I don't know what I'm doing."

"Hm-m, doesn't feel that way to me." She laughs, and stretches out on my lap. It is good to hear her laugh. I rub her back and neck, getting her to moan, "That's great on my neck." I put a pillow on my lap, for her comfort and to conceal a growing problem. Keep rubbing her neck, then she wiggles around, so I travel down her back. I'm at the small of her back. "Um-m, I never knew I was so tense so low in my back, this feels marvelous."

I massage the upper half of her butt, and she is constantly moaning, or humming. "If you turn around I can do your feet and legs."

"You bet." Jen rolls over, but just lays there face up. My instinct is to tell her to spin around, but I rub her temples. "Oh, so nice. What is it going to cost to have you do this to me all day?"

"Not a cent." I bend down and kiss her forehead. "I'm here to help you, sis."

Massage her face, then the sides of her neck and front of her shoulders. Move down her sides, well away from her titties, then her stomach stopping at the top of her pussy, She is breathing irregular and I think she is horny, I know I am. I'm thinking it is just my long bout of celibacy, and I'm picturing Tracy's pussy is under that dress. Jen takes my hands in hers and I think I'm busted and have been far to forward. "Sorry sis."

"No, it was great. I want my upper massage finished." She placed my hands directly on her breasts. "Some might think this is wrong, but I don't, you're just trying to make your sister feel better. You're the best big brother."

I don't know how to respond. I don't even know what Jen is trying to say. I leave my hands right where she put them, enjoying the feel of hard nipples in the palms of my hands. Lightly rub a small circle on her breasts, she sighs. "Um-m, I love the tender caresses, yes this is something else I could enjoy all day. Yesterday was the last day of my period, and my nipples are super sensitive the entire time, but I love them caressed. Sorry, am I overstepping our relationship?"

"Not at all. No reason we can't talk about any and everything. I was never uncomfortable about hearing or talking about women's body functions. Do you like your whole breasts massaged, or just the nipples?"

"I don't know. I'm not sure I ever knew the difference." I cup the lower half of her breasts, then gently squeeze and pull upward. "Oh my goodness, I like that." Still cupping them I alternate squeezing them with only my fingers, using them in succession, causing a rippling effect. "Um-m, that too, feels great."

With just a finger I run circles around her breast, collapsing inward until it is just around her nipples. "What did Ronnie used to do?"

"Ronnie? He ah... Well, he never mastered the art of caressing. Um-m, this is nice. I bet Tracy liked this, a lot."

"No, she didn't like massages, told me I did them wrong. I even got a book on sensual massage, and tried the techniques I used on you. But, she didn't like them either. I always thought I did them wrong."

"Oh, you didn't get them wrong." She giggles. "So, are you using the sensual stuff on your sister?" I pull my hands away, and she takes them, bringing them back to her breasts. "It's alright, Paulie, I liked it. You can practice them on me any time you want, or do anything you want to me." She runs a finger across my lips. "I love you Paul, always have, always will."

"I love you to Jen, always." I kiss her on the lips. "Want the lower half done?"

"God yes." Jen turns around, still on her back, with her feet in my lap.

Pat the side of her butt. "Scoot down just a little bit more, please." She scoots down, causing her dress to ride up to mid-thigh. I start on her feet, then her calves and she spreads her legs out a little wider. I can now see a hint of her white cotton panties. "Scoot down a bit more." She wiggles her butt and slides down, but her dress rides up higher. I start up her thighs and the dress rides up a little more, she moves her legs out wider, and her entire crotch is exposed.

I shouldn't look, but can't help myself, and stare as I keep massaging her legs. Nothing I could do about it, and start getting hard, must be from lack of sleep. Go to almost the edge of her panties, and her dress is completely out of the way. I massage the outsides of her thigh, then underneath, and she is practically spread eagle. I can see her muscles flexing, and swear she is ready to climax.

She shifts her leg and is now resting it on my rock hard dick. I don't think the pillow is hiding much, but what can I do? I rub up her thigh, and can see her entire panty, she has pubic hair sticking out from under the leg bands and a nice mound where her bush is. She has a thin wet spot running down the middle of her panties and I really want to take them off.

I rub circles on her upper thigh, barely grazing her panties, without her protesting. Feeling a bit brave, or just pushing my luck I slip my fingers under her panties. They're about bush high and I run them down pushing gently into her flesh. I think I'm on her inner lips, they're so hot and wet. Jen half sits. "Oh my god!"

"I'm sorry, Jen. I don't know what came over me, and won't do it again."

"It's okay, really. Paul, it was wonderful." She wiggles her feet, trapping my dick between them, but the pillow is still on my dick. She giggles. "It was really wonderful, thank you."

I'm about to explode, and try to squirm away, but she seems to be zeroing in on my dick. "Jen, obviously you haven't been getting much sleep, and when was the last time you ate?"

"Don't know, just been in a daze for awhile. Guess since the folks died, it caused a little tension around here."

"Sorry Jen, I should've been around more, or at least called. I know how you feel, it'll get better, promise." I don't know why, but I lean over and kiss the insides of her thighs. She moans, and I think her panties are now soaked. Feel my face get hot, but Jen doesn't seem too upset.

Take a deep breath and calm down a bit. "Come on." I help her to her feet. "Let's wash your face, and I'll make us some breakfast." I get her into the bathroom. "You know what, how about soaking in a nice hot bath, while I make you some pancakes, like when you were little."

Jen grins. "Um-m, your scrumptious Sunday morning pancakes, they were my favorite, but I don't have the energy."

Start running her bath, even put in some bubble bath. "You'll get a bit of energy after a soak. Come on, it'll do you good." She leans against me, and I unbutton her dress, slipping it off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Standing there in her white bra and panties she shivers. I rub her bare shoulders, and kiss her forehead. "I'll bring you in some clean clothes, after I start your pancakes. You need more help?"

"No, it wouldn't be right. I've already been bad."

"No you haven't." I nod. "I know I overstepped my place a bit, but I want to help. Now, don't rush and enjoy yourself." She turns, and teeters a bit. "Watch out, here let me help you."

She doesn't protest as I take her bra off, then her panties, with her back to me. She half turns and gives me a kiss. "Thank you Paulie, I love you."

"Love you too, Jen. Now, just relax for a bit." I help her in the tub, then shut the door behind me, and take a deep breath, attributing my feelings and constant hard-on to a serious lack of sex.

Whip up a batch of pancakes, then go in her room, rummage about until I find her underwear drawer, take out a pair of white cotton panties and bra. Don't rifle through all of them, but I think that's all she has, plain white panties and bras. I get a dress out of her closet, then check on the pancakes, turning the burner on low, before taking her clothes into the bathroom.

Jen is in the tub, but there's plenty of soap bubbles to keep her obscured from my view, not like I was scheming, but I hadn't seen much, and was a little curious. "Here you go Jen, clean clothes. I'll have breakfast ready in half an hour, you want an egg too?"

"Thanks Paul, this really hit the spot. God, I haven't been so spoiled in absolute ages. I suppose an egg is fine. Would you wash my back?"

Take the washcloth from her. "Sure, honey." Starting at her shoulders I wash her back, all the way to as far as I can get down her butt.

She lay back, her hands clasped together over her head. "Ah-h, front please."

Again start at her shoulders, but I do not by-pass her titties on my way down. I get to her belly, and her legs come up out of the water, resting on the edge of the tub. "All of me, please."

Stop at her pussy, then go to her feet, wash one leg, then put it in the tub to rinse off the soap. Soon as I'm done the leg comes back out of the water. I was finished with the other leg and about to give her the washcloth. Jen opens her eyes. "This has been heavenly, but you missed a spot. Wash all of me, please."

Wash where her thighs meet her pussy, both sides, then her bush. Making small circles I move down her pussy, getting a lot of moans from Jen, but no demands for me to stop. Go as far as I can down, then start going back up. Her breathing has become ragged and her body is quivering. Without opening her eyes she lets out a long, "Oh yeah-h." No mistaking it this time, my little sister has had an orgasm, and with so many bubbles I haven't seen a thing.

Only rational idea I can come up with is, she is dreaming of Ronnie. My little sister would never think of me in such a way, and we never talked about sex, ever, but I don't think Jen was too adventurous. I lean over and kiss her cheek. "Honey, you just soak a bit more. I'll get your breakfast started."

"Okay. Thank you, Paul."

I pick up her dirty clothes, and shut the bathroom door behind me. On my way to the kitchen I don't know why, but I sniff her wet panties, happy to smell pussy again after being so long since the last time, and she had definitely wet them while I was massaging her. They were my sister's panties, but I was thinking of my ex, Tracy. But, what the hell was Jen thinking of, she certainly didn't confuse me with Ronnie afterward. Had to be heat of the moment.

Yes, I was hard, as a rock. But, it was Tracy in my mind, I had no doubt of that. I knew what I was doing to Jen, but didn't mean I wanted to do it to Jen. She was my surrogate for Tracy, my true love I could no longer perform these acts on.

Cook a plate full of pancakes, but wasn't going to fry the eggs until Jen gets out of the bath. I go in to check on her, and she doesn't have a towel. I get her one, and walk right in the bathroom, to find Jen standing up in the tub, the last of the water going down the drain. There are still bubbles on her, but a titty and the top half of her bush is visible, causing me to suck in a deep breath of air. They are more beautiful than I had imagined, and nothing like Tracy, who has hardly any areolas and her bush is wild, tufts of black hair sticking out everywhere. Jen has big areolas, and her bush looks as if it had been groomed.

Feel myself starting to get hard, but my mind reasons this isn't only my sister, she's a recent widow. This isn't right. In fact, it's downright sick, this revelation kept me from embarrassing myself further. But, I also reason it's Tracy my mind is seeing, bullshit. "Jen, you might want to rinse off, you still have bubbles mostly everywhere." Soon as the words are out of my mouth I know it sounded dumb, even moronic, it wasn't even correct grammar. I hand her the towel, mumbling something.

She took enough time for me to calm down and fry our eggs. Everything is on the table when she comes out. She gives me a kiss on the cheek and hug. "Thanks Paul, I really needed the special treatment. It just seems to be piling up on me."

"Know honey, I'm sorry." I take her over to her chair. "Sit, I'll get you some juice. Jen, I'll do what I can to help out." She doesn't say anything about the bathroom incident, me having her dress up around her waist, or her possible two orgasms, so I just let it all go. Besides, I don't know what to even say, and I'm more than a little embarrassed.

"Um-m, this is great, and after your divine massage the bath was just what I needed. It's been ages since someone fixed me pancakes."

After breakfast I go in, take a shower and jack off, thinking about this morning.

The funeral for her husband, is this afternoon, and no one stopped by, which I thought was odd. We get to the funeral and I find out why, his mother is being impossible. This is a small town, and practically ran by this family. The fact is evident when she seats Jen in the fourth row, and not one person came over to express their grief to my sister.

After getting her home from the funeral I offer, "Jen, there's obviously nothing here for you now. You should really think about coming home, at least for awhile."

"I don't know Paul, what would I do?"

"That's just it, nothing for a time. Honey, I can't stand the thought of you being treated like you just were." She hugs me, and I kiss the top of her head. "Bet, it'd be good for you, and–"

"Good bet I will definitely not be missed if I did leave." She exhales slowly. "Suppose it'd just be silly to think it might get better than it was, or is, which happens to be intolerable ninety percent of the time."

"That woman is a complete bitch, and I'm sorry, but the bitch is going to make it impossible for you to be happy here. Come home with me." Massaging her shoulders I kiss the top of her head. "Can't promise it'll be great, but it'll be better than this, kiddo."

She sighs. "No doubt. I thought it was all in my head, guess not."

I raise her head up and kiss her on the lips. "You can have plenty of massages, breakfasts, and hot bubble baths, promise."

"Um-m, sounds like heaven. You're cheating, making it so I can't say no." She giggles and shakes her head. "But, I don't know, what would I do for money?"

"You must have some of Aunt Dora's trust left. What about the insurance money left, from the folks? And how about Ronnie's, he must have something from work? Christ, he was an investment banker, and officer of a branch."

"Ronnie's isn't all that much, the one I get." I raise an eyebrow, and she shrugs. "There was a second policy taken out, after we were married. The first still had her name on it. So, it won't be much, especially after I pay off the bills, and his family sinks their fangs into it." Jen lets out a little snort. "He tied up a lot of money in a family trust, and certainly wasn't planning on dying. Even so, I doubt he would've had the backbone to stand up against them and provide for me with any of that trust. They're being real jerks about it, and I wasn't going to fight them over it."

She wipes a tear away. "Certainly could take them to court, but I just don't want any more sadness. That she-devil mother has already came by to lay claim on Ronnie's things." She shakes her finger at me. "The very next morning she went down and closed all his accounts. Lucky for me, I have my own accounts, and I heard she even looked into them."

Not believing what I heard I have to ask, "So, she took your money?"

Holding me tighter she shrugs. "Our household account, and his personal account, they were both in his name, I guess her name was on them too. But, she can't touch mine legally, the house, or my trust accounts. If she does I'll sue her ass, and win or lose, it'll be unbearable in her town."

I gently kiss each eye and hold her close, feeling her tremble. "Which is why you need to come home. You don't need much–"

"Well, still have most of Aunt Dora and the folk's." She feels so good in my arms, and she smells good too. She takes a deep breath, and lets it out real slow. "But, kind of thought that would be my retirement fund."

"Me too, except for paying off the house and buying a new car, I have all mine." She has her hands around my waist and slides them up towards my shoulders, then rubs my back. I put my head down on top of hers. "Jen, there's no house payment to worry about, and you could take a job as a substitute teacher, until you sell your house here. I mean, if you're going to come home." Still not moving from my arms she looks up at me, and starts to shake her head. "Jen, you really would be helping me out a lot, I'm hopelessly miserable. No secret there, have been since Tracy dumped me, and with the folks gone, it's just gotten worse." I give her a kiss. "You don't have to pay for a thing. How about you do the shopping, and I pay for it. We both can cook, and I promise you pancakes every Sunday."