The morning sun reflected brightly on the bedroom wall at the other end of the room. I opened my eyes and quickly shut them to block out the painful glare. I felt the unsettling and momentary confusion of wondering where I was. Slowly my mind began to sort everything out. Bits and pieces began to come back to me as I began remembering what had taken place the evening before. I quickly sat up and looked at the empty bed beside me, then let my eyes search the still unfamiliar bedroom to see if she was still there.
"Jackie?" I called. There was only silence.
I fought the urge to lie back down. Forcing myself to become more awake I glanced over at the utilitarian, green block numbers on the clock radio that faced me from the bedside table – 8:03 am.
I got out of bed and went into the bathroom. Taped to the mirror was a piece of notepaper that had several colorful butterflies printed across the top of it. There was a message printed in pencil from Jackie that read: Forgot about an early A.M. appt. – I let you sleep – call me.
"Butterflies!" I mumbled to myself after I re-read the note several times. I had the strange sensation of familiarity and I knew that it would be like her to choose this kind of notepaper.
As I washed my face I began to recall everything that had happened the night before. How we had talked for so long and so intimately; how Jackie was more like a lover than a sister. I thought about the sex we had, and how intensely satisfying it was. "Jesus." I muttered to myself. I also thought about the very intense and erotic sex we had on the living room sofa. My mind kept thinking about how erotic Jackie looked, as she lay nude on the sofa, waiting for me to get undressed. And of course, how erotic it felt to make love to her and feel her give back so completely. I remembered how, after we made love, she led me to the bedroom where we fell asleep in each other's arms.
I didn't remember her saying anything about any appointment this morning. I wondered if it was just an excuse, a way for her to leave before I woke up. I wondered if she was embarrassed?
I looked at myself in the mirror and vaguely remembered making love sometime during the night, several hours, I thought, after we had gone to bed. As I splashed warm water on my face the memory started to become clearer. Like an image appearing out of a fog I remembered more. The room was dark and I slowly awoke to the feeling of Jackie gently sucking my soft cock. I remembered being slightly confused as to whether I was dreaming or not. But her naked body hovered over mine as I felt her warm lips. Her tongue was velvety-soft and I remembered how her warm breath felt on my loins as my cock hardened with anticipation and desire. I remembered that she sucked my cock for several minutes before I gently rolled her over and moved into place between her legs. I was inside her vagina almost without realizing it and, there in the darkness, we possessed each other, each in our own way. Her soft cries of pleasure still played in my mind as I looked at myself in the mirror.
I glanced at the note again looking for some vague hint in her message. I saw nothing and I went back into her bedroom to get dressed. I stood in the middle of her room looking for my clothes before I remembered that they were still in the living room where I had taken them off the night before. I started toward the living room and passed by several unpacked boxes that had been set against the wall near the bedroom door. One box that was open at the top contained some books and various small picture frames. As I walked by the box a small-framed picture that was on the top caught my eye. It was a picture that obviously had been taken several years earlier of Jackie standing on a sandy beach that I assumed was somewhere in Mexico. She had on an orange bikini, with one of those para-sail harness strapped tightly to her body. The harness was pressing her luscious tits together and the two straps that came from behind and up between her legs made the material of her bikini, covering her pussy, stand out. I wondered as I looked at the photograph if anyone else at the time noticed how erotic she looked.
I placed the picture back and was tempted to see what else I could find in the box. A wave of embarrassment came over me for even considering it yet this was the sister that I really never knew. And even more than that, this was a woman who, at this very moment, wherever she was, was carrying traces of my cum inside her warm vagina. I needed to know something about this woman. I needed to see if I could glimpse something that had been denied me for so long. As I sat on the floor searching through the items in the box I felt as if I was beginning to understand a little about her. In a way, her life was in here, at least her past life and in the photographs I could see the progression – the maturation – of the girl into a woman. I had the strong sense that she, like all of us, was vulnerable in some ways. It was as if I was seeing something of myself in these scattered trinkets and photographs. Something like a sort of parallel life is the best way to describe it.
At the bottom of the box was a sealed envelope that was stuffed with letters and more photographs. On the outside of the envelope the word Personal was written in ink in what I assumed was her handwriting. I held the envelope in my hands for a moment then placed it back in the box without looking inside. This was too personal, I thought. I felt that taking a look inside was just going too far. I put everything back in the box and stood up. I glanced back at the bed and remembered how good it felt as Jackie and I fucked each other the night before. I wanted to fuck her again and I hoped she wanted the same. I did feel slightly unsettled about the way she left this morning without waking me. Perhaps it meant nothing. Maybe she did have an appointment and she had just forgotten to mention it. I hoped that that was the case and that her departure didn't mean she regretted what we had done.
After getting dressed I left Jackie's apartment and drove home. My apartment seemed colder and quieter than usual and for several hours I puttered around, getting little accomplished but at least keeping busy. I didn't want to slow down for fear that I would have to come to terms with the unanswered question of what Jackie really felt about what we had done. Constantly I found myself reliving many of the small moments we shared and how good it felt to feel her naked body pressing against mine as we both struggled – together – toward our orgasms. I reflected back on the vision of her lovely face as she slowly sucked on my cock, and how her hair, erotically, kept falling down on my abdomen. She would use one hand to fold it back behind her head and in moments it would fall down again.
I found myself standing at the window of my apartment as it began to rain and I stood there watching the gray streets below turn dark, then shiny. People scurried about dashing from awning to doorways; some with umbrella's some not. As I watched them I wondered if many of them had ever felt the soul-deep satisfaction and completeness that I had felt after having fucked Jackie. I doubted it. Suddenly the phone rang and I hesitated, I almost didn't want to answer it for fear that it would be her, telling me that what we had done was some sort of mistake or a moment of weakness that should have never happened.
"Hello?" I said. And before she said a word I knew it was Jackie on the line.
"Hi...you left before I came back. Was I that bad?" She said with a soft laugh in her voice.
