In January of 2012, I semi-retired from the small, but highly lucrative software engineering company I'd started in 1986. I'd developed several highly specialized security suites used by the Department of Defense and Department of Energy, as well as private clients. It had been quite a ride in those 26 years, but I was beginning to feel the strain it had taken on me. For the first time in my life, I was beginning to feel my age. I'd made a pile of money and with some smart investments, I became rather wealthy. Not Warren Buffet or Bill Gates wealthy, but money was something that I hadn't thought of in many years.
The first week of January, I called my ten employees together for a meeting. It was the usual time I gave everyone their yearly bonus checks, as well as a little pep talk about hard work and perseverance. This time though, I gave them their bonus checks and told them from here on out, they'd be working for themselves. The company would now be employee owned. My very first employee, Eric Jensen, would be the new president and CEO. He had started with me as a young, bright eyed engineer, twenty-two years before. He was the sort of person that would have been successful at anything he tried.
The existing employees would buy me out over a period of ten years, which could be extended if necessary. Knowing Eric, the earnings capacity, and growth potential, I knew I would be bought out as early as possible. That was fine with me, as I wanted the bulk of the company in my loyal employee's hands as soon as possible. I added one small caveat, I would retain 25% of my shares that would return to the trust upon the death of both myself and my younger sister, Amanda. The resulting balance would go to my niece, Kassie. I wanted to ensure good income for Amanda and me during our older years, while keeping the majority of my assets to take care of enjoying retirement, charitable contributions and unexpected circumstances. I also planned for Kassie to have a nice nest egg.
My retirement would be official February 1. Everyone was very excited by the opportunity I had suddenly given them. Eric was obviously the most excited. I knew he'd do just fine.
When it finally arrived, there was a huge sense of relief. I still planned to work one or two days a week, just to keep myself familiar with what was going on. The first two weeks were tough breaking the routine of being at the office at least 12 hours a day. The change really hit home as Eric took over my old role. I reminded myself that everything was in good hands and that he would do just fine. By the 3rd week, I was getting accustomed to sleeping in and taking a leisurely ride on one of my bicycles five mornings a week.
I'd worried more about the transition from a personal standpoint than a business one. I was 48 years old, single and suddenly had no real focus in life. My personal life was complicated to say the least. The only two women that were a constant presence in my life were Amanda and Kassie. They were my world, and there was nothing I wouldn't do for the two of them. But there was more to it than that.
Amanda was 14 months my junior. We'd finished raising one another after our parents were killed in an auto accident the summer after my freshman year of college. Neither Mom or Dad were particularly close with their families. So, Amanda and I found ourselves suddenly alone. It was a tough time considering I had a year of college under my belt and she'd just graduated from high school.
We ended up selling everything Mom and Dad owned, plus using our college funds and their life insurance policies to cover their business debts. Little did we know at the time, this was due to my dad's business partner transferring mutually shared and his own debt onto my dad's ledger. He'd also taken several of my Dad's patents as his own. We were just kids, and after almost twenty-five years of partnership with my dad, he'd really fucked us. My dad's accountant finally figured it all out, but we certainly didn't have the money to hire an attorney at the time. I swore to Amanda that I wouldn't rest until we got Mom and Dad's money back from the bastard. As soon as my software company was going well enough I could keep my head above water, I hired the best attorney I could find. A few years later, Dad's former business partner ended up settling with Amanda and I for approximately $7.5 million dollars.
Unfortunately, that wouldn't come until much later and we had to get through college first. Amanda and I shared a bedroom in a house I'd rented with four other guys. I had a job as a research assistant, and I was moonlighting writing all the code I could get my hands on. The programming was good money, but never enough to completely cover our tuition plus room and board. I finally relented and she got a job at a local bar that had just opened. I was not a regular at any of the college bars, but I thought I'd go in one night and see what it was like. To my surprise and horror, it was a strip joint. Thankfully, Manda wasn't on the stage, but she was waiting tables in just tiny panties and a cut-off shirt that barely covered her breasts. I was immediately determined to make her quit.
The next morning, I talked to her about it, but she was adamant.
"Look, John. I go to bed and you're on your computer working to support us. I wake up and it's the same thing. I can do my part, I don't mind." She argued.
"Manda, I just don't like it. You're fucking half naked." I said. It was quite the departure from her personality. She was amazingly intelligent and beautiful, but also very shy. She dressed conservatively and looked the part of the book worm.
"I know, but I made enough in tips the first week to cover the rest of our rent. I can have our utilities this week."
"I still don't like it though. It's just not you." I persisted.
"I know, but you're already working yourself to death just to keep up with our tuition. I really don't mind it. It's actually really fun working there." She said. I loved her and trusted her. If she was okay with it, I could be too and I let it go at that.
"Please, promise me you won't start stripping there." I said, as I conceded.
"I promise, John." She said as she hugged me. We both had a good laugh about that.
One night in late October that first semester, Amanda was studying and I was working on some code. I was focused on my work and hadn't been paying much attention to her, until I heard her softly sobbing. I immediately walked over and put my arm around her.
"Hey, what's wrong?" I asked.
"It just hurts, John. We're completely on our own now. Sometimes it really hits me hard."
"Manda, I know, but we still have one another. I'll always be there for you." I promised.
"Yes. I don't know what I would do without you." She stood up and hugged me tightly.
"I feel the same way. We're just going to have to get through this together, honey." I said.
"Yes, we will." She kissed me on the cheek. I smiled at her as she pulled back. She surprised me by then kissing me on the lips. I was shocked, but I didn't have long to contemplate it, before she did it again. This time I felt her tongue trying to fight its way through my lips.
"Uh, Hey. What are you doing?" I asked in confusion.
"John, I don't want to feel this way any longer tonight. I want to feel something else."
"Manda, we can't do that." I protested, knowing exactly what she meant.
"Yes, we can. Kiss me, John." Her lips returned to mine. I hesitated. She was upset and didn't know what she was thinking, I told myself. Our lips met and she held me even tighter. Her tongue once again probed my lips. I granted her entry and our tongues met and twirled.
I was surprised to learn that my own little sister was the most passionate kisser I'd ever met. She released me from her embrace and quickly unbuttoned her blouse revealing her perfect, bare breasts. She took my hands and pulled them to her chests. Her breasts felt almost electric in my hands. I rubbed them gently and teased her hard nipples with my fingertips as we continued to kiss. She frantically pulled my t-shirt over my head and pulled me close to her again. I loved the sensation of holding her against me.
I found that despite our relationship, she had me more turned on than I think I'd ever been. Her right hand was between us and unbuttoned my Levi's. They were soon around my ankles, along with my briefs. She stoked my throbbing cock briefly, before removing her shorts and panties. She led me to my bed and pulled me on top of her. I felt her reach between us and grab my rock-hard cock, directing it toward her warm, inviting wetness.
"Manda, are you sure about this?" I asked, between passionate, lusty kisses. I felt like I had to give her one last opportunity, even though I was well beyond the point of no return.
