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Click hereShe gives me a long, tight hug, then standing on her tiptoes softly whispers in my ear, "Might be nice not to be alone, big brother."
"Damn straight." I give her a kiss on the forehead.
"You sure it'll be alright, and there won't be any problems?"
I chuckle. "Being as I've been alone since college, and lately have had the disposition of a wounded porcupine. Oh, I'm sure there'll be problems, but they'll be minor, and we can handle them, sis. With three bedrooms and two baths we'll each have our own space. You can even have the folks' room, if you want." I shrug, which pulls her closer into me. "Besides, we got along just fine growing up, it'll only be better now, runt." I wipe the tears from her eyes, and kiss her gently on the lips. Quick, and nothing sexual, I keep telling myself, I never thought of her like that. She kisses me back, on the lips, longer and hugging me tight.
She was always so tiny my nickname for her was, 'runt,' but she didn't like the endearment much, although tolerated, might even liked it when we were teasing each other. Claimed she was five-four, but that was with her shoes on, and if she weighed one-ten she was probably carrying a pair of heavy dumbbells. Straight, sandy brown colored hair reaching the middle of her back, a girlish figure, always hidden by bulky clothes, and a very shy reserve personality. She made blending into the background an art form, but was always the first to step in and help.
I rub her back. "Bet you'd like me spoiling you?"
Jen hugs me even tighter. "Um-m, I'd love that." She rubs my back with both hands. "What about your sensual massages?"
"Ah, I'm sorry I got carried away. I won't do them–"
"No silly." She gives me a slight slap on the side of my butt. "I come home, you teach me how to give those sensual massages. I can be your test dummy, you can be mine."
"You got it, then it's all settled." I kiss her forehead. "Come home with me, and you'll get massages, breakfasts, and baths whenever you want. And I'll teach you everything I know about sensual massage therapy, or anything else you want to know."
"Think, I'd truly like that. But, I'll take my old room, be more comfortable after all this." Holding my face she gives me another kiss, and I'm starting to get hard. "But, I do the cooking, you probably still suck at it, except for pancakes."
I chuckle and shift my feet, hoping to relieve a bit of the growing pressure. "Deal, and for your information I've improved my cooking skills. Probably ten dishes I can make decent." She giggles and I shrug. "What? That's a one thousand percent improvement."
"Definitely want to go home. I miss all the laughing and fun."
She's so warm I could've stood there forever, and she doesn't seem to want to move, but I'm about to have an embarrassing moment. "So, what do you say we make a list of what needs done to sell the place and get to packing?"
"All right." She kisses me again. "Thank you, I think we'll be good for each other."
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to be continued
- COMMENTS
Anonymousalmost 9 years agoLooks good, has potential! Now let me pick on it! Muhaha ;)
Love you too, Jen. Now, just relax for a bit." I help her in the tub, then shut the door behind me, and take a deep breath, attributing my feelings and constant hard-on to a serious lack of sex.
@@ what? Not because you just felt up your sister and stripped her naked? Huh!@@
Only rational idea I can come up with is, she is dreaming of Ronnie. My little sister would never think of me in such a way, and we never talked about sex, ever, but I don't think Jen was too adventurous. I lean over and kiss her cheek. "Honey, you just soak a bit more. I'll get your breakfast started."
@@ why do authors love to write the brothers in as fucking retards and prudes in these stories? Certainly isnt like that in the real world! Dreaming of Ronnie? Uh, she just asked her BROTHER to jill her off! She could have done herself if she wanted a fantasy dream. @@
They were my sister's panties, but I was thinking of my ex, Tracy. But, what the hell was Jen thinking of, she certainly didn't confuse me with Ronnie afterward. Had to be heat of the moment.l
@@ no you werent thinking of your wife, you lying shit, youve got a woodie for your sister and youre sniffing sisters panties thinking about fucking her while lying to yourself about it! Pussy!@@
Soon as the words are out of my mouth I know it sounded dumb, even moronic, it wasn't even correct grammar. I hand her the towel, mumbling something.
@@ lol, yep brother definately being penned as a pussy retard! Well maybe he'll improve! And the grammar wasn't bad compared to how bad its been so far in the story, lol.@@
I wipe the tears from her eyes, and kiss her gently on the lips. Quick, and nothing sexual, I keep telling myself, I never thought of her like that. She kisses me back, on the lips, longer and hugging me tight.
@@ bullshit! EVERY brother has thought about fucking his sister at some point in his life, unless she's really horrid looking, and truth be told even then you can bet at some point they still thought about it, even if they didnt want to admit it!@@
RainezDemisexDover 14 years agoi loved it just wanted to correct something.. nerds wear pocket protecters not geeks ;) a geek is into video games. and a nerd is into books =] xD
Baribrotheralmost 18 years agoAt first the story jumped around alittle bit, got me alittle confused, but reading it again, I started to put it together. I really enjoyed this. Very nicely done. I see that the next part of the story is out, so I will start to read this one as well.
Baribrother
Orion623almost 18 years agoPaul graduates from college at an unknown age. Usually a graduate is 21 or 22 years old. Then he works for three years at which time his parents die. A year after that his sister loses her husband. So Paul is probably 25 or 26 at this point.
But his sister is 5 years younger and is already teaching 3rd grade. I had a somewhat difficult time accepting all of this without any help from the author suggesting a more workable timeline.
Also, I had a real hard time accepting that any widow would be relegated to the fourth row at her own husbands funeral.
Despite this, I liked the story and the way the author is drawing them together. I'm looking forward to Part two.
