My sister, Reese, and I started having sex when she turned 18, and I was 20 years old. She had a crush on me earlier, and I bought her a gift that was the catalysator to our intimate relationship. But this is another story I'll write another time.
Reese was always the social guru in our family. She was chatty, gossipy, and smiley much of the time. Everybody liked her company, no matter what race, gender, or age they were.
One day, she barged into my room unannounced. I said, "Sis, I have to finish a school project. Give me 15 minutes, and then I'll be ready to fuck your brains the way you like."
She giggled, "Wade, usually, your cock does a wonderful job on me, but this time, I came to tell you something you may be interested in."
"What is it?"
"I just came back from Moira's house."
"Are you talking about our neighbor?"
"Yes, the older hottie you mentioned to me before."
"And?..."
"We spent a lot of time together lately. I like her. Since her divorce, she feels lonely. One time, she offered to teach me how to bake my favorite cake, and we became good friends. I come to her for tea or coffee and cookies, and we talk about everything. Today, she told me her 50th birthday will be 2 weeks from now. I was happy about her big day, but she seemed sad. I asked her why, and she said her only sister lived with her family in England, and the 2 cousins were too busy to join her. I told her it was time to switch from tea to something stronger. She laughed and brought a bottle of Chardonnay. We drank and continued talking. At one point, her usual, well-controlled demeanor relaxed, and we talked about her prior life. She mentioned her former husband was a womanizer who cheated on her multiple times. His favorite taste was teenagers. I stopped her saying it was illegal. She had a bitter smile and said he was careful to ensure they were between 18 and 20 years old before bedding them. He liked them looking much younger, with ponytails and hardly any breasts. According to her, he must have been a closeted pedophile who was too afraid to get caught and was operating within the law. I inquired why she stayed with him, and her answer was she loved the sex they had and was too scared to meet another man who would treat her the same. Anyway, one day, she found out he had sex with 3 girls in their bedroom and got the courage to divorce him. This was 2 years ago. I asked if she missed him, and her answer was, 'I miss only the sex. I masturbate a lot, but it's not the same. I am not sure if it's my menopause, but some days my cunt itches like crazy and other days I leak badly. I don't miss living with a man, but if I can get my desired dose of good sex, I'll be fulfilled.' I told her if she posted her request online, she'd get 100 men per hour willing to fuck her as much as she wanted. Moira said she thought about it but rejected the idea. She saw too many articles about men who swindled lonely women, blackmailers, dangerous criminals, married cheaters, or those with STDs. She wouldn't do it. I asked if she cared about the guy's race. She looked at me sternly and mumbled, 'If he is trustworthy, would not talk about it with others, and know how to make a woman feel good in bed, I couldn't care less about his race, religion, age, or size."
Reese glanced at me with a smirk, "Wade honey, care to help a lonely, attractive lady on her birthday?"
"Sounds interesting. I have to admit she looks great, and I'd love to taste her. But do you know if she'd agree to consider me for the 'job?"
"Honey, she is desperate to be nailed. The only question is how to approach the subject without frightening her until she is ready for it."
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We thought about the most likely way to succeed. I asked Reese if Moira had hobbies or other subjects that interested her.
"She likes her small flower garden and dreams about going to Japan one day."
I came up with the idea: One afternoon, when Reese visits Moira, I'll come to her house, stay for a while, and find the right time to mention Japan while 'suddenly remembering' Mom needed Reese for an errand. I'll stay with Moira to chat about her favorite subjects and go from there.
Reese chuckled, "Naughty boy. If you play your cards right, it may just work."
Two days later, Reese notified me she was invited to Moira for coffee at 4:30. I told her I'd ring Moira's house bell 15 minutes later.
As promised, I was by the door on time. Moira opened the door. It was the first time I saw her up close. She was much shorter than me, I'd say 5'5", about 125-130 pounds, with an impressive rack. She had on a long floral robe. She smiled, "You are Wade, Reese's brother, aren't you?"
"Yes, I am. Sorry to bother you, but I need to talk to Reese for a minute."
"Come on in. Will you have coffee with us?"
"I hate to bother you."
She had a sensual throaty laugh, "No bother at all. We just gossip and drink coffee. How would you like yours?"
"Black with Splenda will be fine."
I saw Reese sitting in the living room and said, "Hi, ugly sister."
She grinned, "You are just jealous I am prettier than you."
Moira listened and smiled, "I feel the love in the air. Unfortunately, I am not that lucky. I have no family members around."
I joked, "Reese and I are willing to adopt you as our daughter."
She laughed, "You are funny. Wade, I talk to your sister often, but I don't know much about you."
"There isn't much to tell; just like my annoying sister, I attend college. I major in computer sciences and minor in botany, especially garden flowers. I like sports and would love to travel abroad, especially to Japan. I've read about exotic countries in the Far East and found Japan to be the one I'd like to visit first."
Moira's eyes brightened, "What a coincidence. I was thinking about Japan, too. Since you've read about this unique country, can you share some facts and ideas you have about it?"
"I'd love to do it, but the reason I came by is that my mother sent me here to ask Reese to return home. She needed her for something."
"That's OK. I talk to Reese often. You haven't been in my house before. Can you stay another 10 minutes and give me your thoughts and the reasons you chose Japan as your number one place to visit?"
I gazed at Reese, "Sis, is it OK if I stay a little longer?"
She smirked, "Of course you can stay. Mom asked for me, which meant you were useless, as usual. Enjoy the coffee. By the way, the brown cookies are the best."
I turned to Moira, "Isn't she the worst person you ever met?"
She grinned, "I didn't notice it yet. About Japan..."
"Japan is a group of islands, and the original inhabitants came from the area we call China today. The islands sit in the ring of fire, which means they suffer a lot of earthquakes. Many times, earthquakes created disasters, with the latest affecting the Fukushima nuclear plant. Other natural catastrophes are typhoons, which are like hurricanes, erupting volcanoes, and major floods. Despite the difficulties, over the years, this country has developed a unique culture. The signs of old Japan can still be seen today in their fantastic shrines, classic Japanese gardens, Samurai statues and houses, their calligraphy & pictures, how they prepare and drink their tea, flower arrangements, Kabuki theater, Sumo wrestling, etc. When visiting Japan, one can see the old culture intermingled with the most innovative things of the modern world: The Ginza district with its lights & shopping places, Toyota & Sony factories, the bullet trains, unique foods like sushi & mochi, and so much more."
Moira looked at me excitedly, "You are young and in college. Why don't you travel during your summer vacation?"
"The main reason is that in a place like that, one has to go with a companion. All of my friends would love to join me in Spain, Greece, or Italy. I talked about going to Japan with my former girlfriend, but we separated 2 months ago."
"Sorry to hear that. I do not want to open old wounds, but was it due to having different priorities in life or a personal reason?"
"She behaved like a classic spring chicken, and I like a girlfriend I could talk to without using social media on the phone 24/7..."
She smiled, "That's hard to find these days. Wherever I go, young people are always on the phone: Bus, train station, doctor's waiting room, restaurant, everywhere."
"That's why I prefer older ones."
She laughed, "I heard from Reese you are older than her by 2 years, so you must be 21. What range of 'older' do you mean?"
"From 30 and higher. Chronological age does not make any difference. As long as she is pleasant, we can find common interests, and she will be willing to date me - I am in."
"You are kidding! Would you go out with your grandmother's friend?"
"Why not? If she is available, not super ugly, and I enjoy being with her - Definitely!"
