Inspired by Alec
I figured if the roads were quiet, I would get to my Dad's place, three hundred miles away, by about four this afternoon. It was his sixtieth birthday today, and I was going back especially for a celebration dinner that my sister, Sindy, was having at her place. Mind you, apart from the three of us there would only be one other guest; my sister's husband, a nice guy called Greg.
My mind wandered as I drove up the unexpectedly deserted motorway. Sindy had been looking forward to this day for ages and kept on pestering me not to miss it. As if I would! My sister and I are still very close. Although we live miles apart, and only see each other about once or twice a year, we still phone each other every weekend. Even as kids we were always in each other's company. We played the same games, liked the same music and TV shows, ate the same food and often said what the other was thinking before the other had the chance to say it.
That's why I could never work it out. Why didn't she have the same incestuous thoughts about me as I had about her? I doubt if a single week of my life since I was a teenager has gone by when I haven't laid in bed at night and wanked over my sister. When I was home a couple of years ago and found myself alone one afternoon in Sindy's house, I managed to take a photo from her scrap book that Greg had taken when they were in Italy for the summer, of her in a teeny weeny bikini. It was the most flesh I had seen of Sindy's since she had become an adult, and I used it as a standby if my imagination was in need of a boost.
I'm thirty three now and Sindy is twenty eight, but my infatuation with her body all started years ago when she used to beg me to give her piggy back rides. Each time I had her on my back, I would pretend to lose my grip. This allowed me to position my hands on the cheeks of her little round ass in an effort to steady her. Slowly, I let my hands crawl into the legs of her panties. At first I just used to finger around her ass hole, but one day I decided to take a chance and actually got my index finger up her ass as far as the first knuckle. I remember Sindy gave a groan and asked me to take it out. I had tried a couple of times after that but always gave up when she protested.
I got to Dad's and gave him a big hug. It was good to see the old guy again. He told me to put my things in my old room upstairs that he had aired for me. We had a drink and I caught up with events. We talked more like friends than father and son. About six o'clock I went and had a bath and came downstairs ready to drive Dad to my sister's place at seven. It wasn't to be a dressed up affair so I just went casual.
As the car pulled into my sister's driveway, she and Greg dashed out to greet us. Greg pumped my hand sincerely as Sindy gave Dad a hug and a kiss. Then, with her arms outstretched, she came over to greet her big brother. As Greg took Dad into the house, Sindy put one arm around my back and I bent to kiss her. However, this was not her normal way of greeting me. I got two wet kisses from her on either cheek, but much closer to my mouth than I had experienced before. And I could have sworn that Sindy's other hand momentarily cupped my butt cheek. But before I knew it she had linked my arm and was ushering me inside. I put it all down to my wishful thinking.
Dinner was terrific and Sindy had even made a cake for Dad, with sixty candles on for him to blow out. Both Greg and Dad had been drinking heavily during the evening but I had to drive and just had a couple of glasses of wine. Sindy doesn't drink at all. When the table was cleared, she suggested we all play a friendly game of cards. Sindy's dining table is rectangular and so I sat on one long side next to her, whilst Dad and Greg sat opposite.
The game cracked along at a fair pace and more drink flowed down Greg and Dad's necks. Greg is a competitive guy, in a nice way, and every time he won a round he would stand up and cheer, then my sister would tell him to sit down and not make a fool of himself. Eventually, I started to win as much as Greg, and Sindy was thrilled that her husband had some competition at last. When I took the lead after a big pot (of matchsticks), Sindy screamed with delight and squeezed my right leg with her left hand. Two more wins followed, and each time she put her hand on my thigh, but each time she left it there just a little longer. I could feel my dick getting harder and casually looked down to see that I had a semi erection in my pants. At that moment a thought occurred to me. If I could manoeuvre my penis down the right leg of my trousers, then with luck I could actually have it gripped by Sindy. That idea alone and her single touch, if I got one, could keep me jerking off for years. As luck would have it, she had gone to the drinks cabinet to refresh Dad's glass. Without giving myself away, I quickly stuck my hand down my pants and positioned my member where I wanted it.
Sindy returned to her seat next to me and dealt the cards. I was praying for another win and for my sister's reaction to be the same. I thought that if I shifted further forward in my seat, then Sindy's hand was bound to land right on my prick. I had some pretty good cards and both my Dad and sister folded leaving just Greg and me in the pot. I put in an enormous amount of matches and hoped Greg would throw his cards away. I couldn't have wanted to win any more if it had been real money in the pot. Please, please let me win I kept thinking. After what seemed like hours Greg finally tossed his cards face down in front of him and told me to take the pot. Sindy screamed again with excitement as I hoped she would, and out of the corner of my eye I saw her left hand move towards my leg. I shifted further forward in my seat just in case her hand went too near to my knee and missed my ever hardening prick.
But then, holy of holy's, my own sister's left hand was resting on my throbbing penis and I almost had to clench my fists in an effort not to cum there and then. As soon as Sindy realised what she was touching, her hand was gone and back on the table. No matter, I thought, she had touched it, however briefly. We both acted as though nothing had happened and I dealt the next hand.
Out of the blue, Sindy turned to me and asked if that last hand was the best hand I'd had all night. I wondered if she was playing mind games with me. If so, I was up for it too. So I turned to my sister and said it was the best hand I'd had in a long, long time and that I hoped I would get another just like it soon. Almost imperceptibly, I felt Sindy's hand back on my leg, but nearer my knee this time. Then, with no resistance from me, she moved it further up my thigh towards my bulge. In order to offer her some encouragement, I spoke out aloud that I had a funny feeling that this hand would be as good as the last one. Sindy took the hint. I could hardly believe that after all these years, my own sister was finally fondling my dick under the table.