This story follows on from The Love of a Sister Ch. 01. It's not wholly necessary to read that as this story does stand on its own, but I would encourage you to do so. In brief, Tom found out his wife was cheating on him suffering from sex addiction. He left her and moved in with his sister, Suzy. With two of her girlfriends they went on a holiday together and Tom found solace in the arms of all three. Returning home.....
Life descended back into its normal routine of working, eating and sleeping. Tom stayed at Suzy's and although the spirit was willing the flesh was weak and they ended up sleeping together most nights. They kept their own rooms, but inevitably ended up together in one bed or the other. To be truthful it was not wholly for the sex, when that happened it was gentle and fulfilling, but for the comfort in each other although they knew that it could not be a long term future for them. They remained very close, intimately sharing their lives, nakedness no longer awkward between them.
One weekend they made the four hour journey to their parents' house to celebrate their 30
th
wedding anniversary. They travelled up on Friday afternoon to beat the traffic and intended returning on Sunday, there being a family gathering on Saturday afternoon. Both thought it would be good to see their parents and to be together as a family again.
"Come on in, we were just watching a re-run of our wedding all those years ago on video, we hadn't watched it for years but it's so nice to see it all again." Tom's Mum realised what she'd just said, the implication being that Tom would not be wanting to do that in respect of his own wedding. Tom's Mum and Dad knew about his marriage break up and were glad that he had his sister to lean on, his Dad was a little awkward about it but his Mum tried to be as positive and supportive as possible.
Their childhood bedrooms had long been converted into guest rooms, but they still gravitated to their old room to unpack. As Tom lay back on his bed and gazed at the ceiling, remembering his old model aeroplanes and the good times he'd had there, Suzy came in and sat on the side of the bed. "What's up Bruv?" she asked.
"Just remembering the good times, Suzy," he replied. They embarked on recalling some of those times with each other and friends. "What's most memorable for you about this house Suzy?"
"All sorts of things," she replied, "I lost my virginity in the room next door, it wasn't necessarily the most memorable experience but certainly a milestone. I learned to pleasure myself, trying to keep the bed from squeaking."
"Yes, I remember that," said Tom, "I tried to watch you through the keyhole, but couldn't really see anything, although I did see you naked once, you had a big hairy bush and your tits were smaller."
"You dirty little boy," she retorted, "but I watched you wanking once through a crack in the door. Now look where we are. You don't regret what we've done do you Tom?" she asked, suddenly serious.
"No Suzy not at all, in fact quite the opposite but I just don't know where my life is going at the moment. I am so happy with you, but I still have to sort my marriage to Melanie out. I think I just need time and if I can have that with you....?"
"Tom, you are welcome with me for as long as you like, to be honest I don't know where I'm heading at the moment, so perhaps we'll sort out our lives together?"
After dinner they all went to bed. Tom lay in the dark, listening to the old sounds of the house, the creaking as it settled from the dying heat. One creak was louder than the rest. The bed dipped and a familiar figure slid in beside him, "Are you mad? If Mum or Dad catch us there'll be hell to pay." Suzy's only answer was to kiss him and to grasp his cock.
"Just do what we should have done all those years ago," and she opened her legs wide and guided him into her waiting pussy. They tried to keep it quiet, muffling their excitement and trying to stop the bed creaking but when Tom came inside her the noise of their mutual orgasms could not be avoided.
They slept long and late, not realising the heavy curtains were keeping out the light. There was a gentle tap on the door and their Mum came in holding a cup of tea. She settled it down and opened the curtains. "Didn't you sleep well son, I heard you tossing and turning all night?" She turned and saw Suzy enveloped in Tom's arms. "Oh! Sorry I didn't realise. I knew you were sharing a house but didn't know you were sharing a bed. Are you having sex as well?"
"Mum, I'm sorry," started Tom.
"No, don't apologise, it's none of my business as long as no-one gets hurt, particularly after what we did."
"What do you mean Mum?"
"Well no-one outside the family knows this, but when we were young, your age or even a bit less, your Uncle Jim and Auntie Jean and us, well you know, we got very close. I don't regret it, but it was wrong and I don't want you to make the same mistakes as we did."
"Mum, to be honest with you, yes we do have sex occasionally, but no-one is going to get hurt. We're very careful and very few people know about it."