This is the continuation of "The Story of Rin (Part 1). Would be grateful for your comments.
Matt thought back to that Monday, just 3 weeks ago when the incest relationship with Rin began. He had wanted to make love with his sister for so long and it was always on his mind whenever they were together. It was just an extreme temptation that he carried around with him, knowing that in reality it would never happen.
On that fateful afternoon, he had dropped in at her house. As usual, he just walked in and made himself at home. Her husband, James was at work. Rin writes for the local newspaper and she works from home. Her two sons were at school. The house was quiet. He called out her name but there was no reply. Well, he thought, she must be in her room, working on her computer, as usual.
The door to her room was slightly ajar and he knocked. He knocked again and called her name. Since there was no answer from within, he pushed the door open. Looking around, he saw that Rin was nowhere around, but the computer was on. So he walked in and sat on the chair beside her worktable. In that instant, the bathroom door opened and Rin came out, stark naked.
They stared at each other for a moment, but it seemed like long minutes to him. He drank in the lovely-matured body of his sister. Rin was only 5ft 6inches tall, with a slim body but voluptuous breasts, full and dropping slightly. At 45, she had the body a man could die for. Her nipples were puffy, her areola a light brown. His eyes took in her still tiny waist, the alabaster skin of her nude body. He could not move away from staring at her flaring hips and the tuft of brown hair on her crotch.
"Oh," she uttered in complete shock, her hands immediately covering her nakedness. She blushed and turned back inside the bathroom. She quickly wrapped on her bathrobe. She was flustered. She had never been naked in front of a man before, except for her husband. Although this was Matt, it did not make any difference. She took in deep breaths and walked out to face him again.
"Why didn't you knock first," she said, averting his eyes. She could feel goose pimples on her skin.
Matt was in a state of intense arousal but he tried to remain calm.
"I did," he said, "I even called your name but there was no answer. So I thought you were probably in the kitchen," his voice wavering unsteadily. "Sorry," he finished in a low voice.
"It's ok," she smiled at him, knowing that he was uncomfortable at the situation. "Just knock louder next time."
She loved him. He was always the one she turned to for advice and talked to. For Rin, that was no improper incident, no sexual thoughts crossed in her mind. But for Matt, he had just seen what he had wanted to see so many times in his dreams and imagination. His body was trembling ever so slightly as he sat there, still looking at her. His eyes looking at her face, the face of the woman he wanted so badly. His mind was made up, he had to have her. Rin was already 45 and he was 50. He wanted to make love to his sister. He needed her body, he had to fuck her.
"Rin," he called her name quietly.
She turned to look at him. "Yes," she replied.
"Could I tell you something," he said.
"Of course," she looked at him. "Problems?" she continued.
He stood up and walked to her bed.
"Come here and sit down," he replied, as he sat on the edge of her bed.
She walked towards him and sat down by his side.
"What is it Matt?" she asked him, full of concern for his solemn look.
"I want you to promise me that whatever I tell you, is only between us. You can hate me forever but I need to get this off my chest. I have been holding this inside of me for so long," he said, looking into her eyes. "Will you promise me this, please," he almost pleaded.
"What is it Matt," she looked at him.
