Family Reunion

Mark was surprised when he got the text asking if his oldest sister, Gina, could stay with him and Jenn for the weekend. They had spent a long weekend together a month earlier with their parents, other three sisters, and many of the sisters' children. These occasional, informal family reunions, along with Thanksgiving and Christmas, were usually the only times they spent together during the year.

He and Gina had been close when they were younger, much closer than with the other sisters. They stood up for each other during disagreements, partied together, and even occasionally dated each others friends. She married while he was away at college, bought a house, had kids, and seemed to be living the perfect life. Mark graduated college, started working at the family business, met Jenn, and started his life near the rest of the family.

But the economy eventually wreaked havoc on their business, and as they pursued other opportunities they drifted apart. They lived on opposite sides of town and only saw each other during holidays. They both spent the next many years raising their families and doing the things that make adulting so tedious.

After many years of apparent bliss the family realized that Stan, Gina's husband, bounced from one get-rich-quick scheme to another, usually owing money to many people and burning every bridge. Gina spent all her energy trying to keep the family from knowing how bad things were. She gained weight and could no longer afford to take care of herself, so when the photos of Stan and his man-friend showed up in the mail she had few options.

Andy, her second husband, was a hasty, desperate decision. He was comfortable - not rich - and the security he offered her in a time of need was more important than the physical traits she had gotten used to in the boyfriends of her youth. But he was older than her and not in the best of health.

After a couple of years with Andy and not worrying about every financial decision Gina started coming out of her frumpy stage and finding the grown-up version of the head-turner she had been in her younger days. When she and Andy showed up for family events, they looked awkward together - he was tall, plain, and frail while she was short, curvy, and vivacious. But the difference in their ages caught up to Andy, and his health deteriorated quickly while Gina became more of a nurse than a wife.

The impromptu reunion was put together when Mark and Gina's parents decided to sell their grandparents home - a small but historical house that had been the site of many family events when they were kids. This would be their last chance to explore the dark corners of it's basement, marvel at the eccentricities of nineteenth century construction, and say goodbye to all the memories.

The family was too large to fit in the house so Mom and Dad stayed there while Mark, Gina, and the rest of the younger generations rented a larger lake home a few miles away. Their days were spent packing up memories and making repairs while making sure the newest generations knew why the old house was so important to the older generation. The nights were crazy but exciting - a long weekend of frantic family working, playing, laughing, and story-telling. Every bed, couch, and air mattress was full, suit cases were stacked on every table, and the two bathrooms had long waiting lines. People had to pause to let others pass by before they themselves could take a step, but no one griped and everyone amazingly got along.

Each evening after the table was cleared, beer, wine, and stories were shared as grandma, grandpa, mom, dad, and the memory of their youth were all celebrated. Members of the younger generation reveled in the stories the older generation had shared dozens of times, learning the little nuances that made each one funny and trying to silently separate fact from fiction.

This was the first time in years Mark and Gina had spent time together that didn't involve holidays and all the baggage that came with them. Mark's wife, Jenn, and the twins couldn't attend because of a college tour, and Gina's husband, Andy, had health issues that kept him confined to home most of the time. As a result, Mark and Gina were the only ones at the reunion not keeping up with spouses or children. They had more time to spend together, and they talked, and laughed, and got along better than they had in many years. There was even some semblance of the earlier days growing up when they were closer.

Sunday night all other family members had caught flights to head to various destinations and return to their normal lives, spouses, children, and jobs. Mark and Gina's flights weren't until Monday so they had one extra night to get reacquainted. They had one last swim off the dock as the sun set and Mark couldn't help but notice how well Gina's hot-mom-bod filled out her swim suit. He was pretty sure she caught him admiring her curves more than once, and when they went in for the last time she spent the rest of that evening wearing only a t-shirt and shorts that barely covering those curves. She made many trips to the fridge for more beer for each of them, and he was pretty sure she caught him looking then as well.

Later Gina took her evening shower, and when she walked through the den in only a towel Mark was pretty sure she was teasing him.

"Damn, Gina - shouldn't you put some clothes on?" he jokingly asked while privately wishing the towel would pop open and fall to the floor fully exposing her. He had fantasized about seeing her naked since the days she bounced around their childhood home wearing tiny pajamas.

"Aw, Bubs," she replied using her pet name for him from their younger days. "We used to take baths together so didn't think you'd care."

"We were little kids and you didn't have curves..." he stammered thinking about the rest of his reply "...or boobs!"

Gina smiled at his reply. It was the first time in forever that she could remember someone noticing her, and she loved the attention.

"These old things?" she said as she pushed her biceps into her chest to push out and accentuate her boobs. She walked to Mark and handed him a beer and then headed up the stairs to her room.

"Sorry," she added as her shoulders disappeared into the second level of the house. "Didn't mean to make you horny!" she added as released the knot holding the towel closed.

Mark couldn't take his eyes off her going up the stairs and saw the towel coming free as she disappeared into the upper level. Unfortunately, she timed it where he could tell what she was doing but couldn't see the result. He was left totally unsatisfied and with not even a good reply to her taunt.

"I'm..." he stammered not sure what to say. "...not... uh... horny!"

He didn't sound the least bit convincing as he grabbed a nearby throw pillow he used to cover his erection while sipping his beer.

Gina walked naked the last few steps to her room exhilarated by how the air felt on her naked body. She walked purposely slow to enjoy the feeling, but to also see if her tease would entice Mark to follow her up the stairs. She wasn't sure what she would do if he did follow, but she caught him looking at her many times that day and enjoyed knowing she again had that effect on someone. She had been with a man in over eight years and was desperate for someone, even her brother, to touch her.

She pushed the door mostly closed but open enough that someone could look in if they walked by. She very slowly finished drying off then found panties and a t-shirt that were cute but not slutty. She had a few sips of her beer and purposely waited to get dressed. When she was pretty sure he hadn't taken the bait she went back down stairs.

Mark was relieved when Gina came back down a few minutes later. He liked the teasing nature of her comment and wasn't ready for the night to end. She opened the fridge and grabbed 2 more beers. There was no towel, but as she brought him another beer he could tell there was only panties and t-shirt, the same outfit he lusted after so many years ago.

That night they stayed up later than either had stayed in many years, and he relished every chance he got to see her swing her curvy, round bottom when she walked in front of him. They laughed, they reminisced, and they even dabbled in sexual talk as stories of them finding out their kids were sexually active evolved into stories of their own youthful exploits.

Gina was a very willing participant. She laughed, made great eye contact, told revealing, sexy stories, and made many trips to the refrigerator to get them drinks. It was as fun and easy a conversation as Mark had in many years with a woman not named Jenn. He thought many times that if this was a club back in the day he would be ready to seal the deal and would be minutes away from carnal bliss. But this was not a club and Gina was his sister, not a potential conquest.

Still, at one point he was so comfortable and just buzzed enough that he considered telling her about all the times years ago that she teased him running around barely clothed. And how he usually snuck off to a private place, closed his eyes, and imagined her taking off the flimsy t-shirt and panties - the only thing covering her nakedness from his lustful gaze - but he chickened out.

Gina enjoyed the night as much as any in recent memory. It was relaxing to laugh, enjoy conversation, have a few guilt-free drinks, and be 99% sure the other person was enjoying looking at her. She was the perfect hostess and never once made Mark get up from the big, comfortable chair. She walked in front of him often and always smiled when she busted him checking her out. She engaged in plenty of sexual discussions, and even occasionally helped her t-shirt ride a little higher to expose a little more skin. She wasn't sure what she wanted him to do, but she knew she had enough to drink that she was up for anything. But after a few hours she was horny and needed some relief. Maybe an intimate romp with his sister was too taboo for him.

"Good nights, Bubs," she said as she walked towards him. "It's been so great hanging out with each other again."

She bent over to kiss his cheek wondering if he could see her boobs down the shirt as she bent over.

"Let's do this again very soon."

Mark loved the way she cooed 'very soon'. If she wasn't his sister, he would have thought it was an invitation for more. He was surprised when she bent over and kissed his cheek, and he couldn't help but sneak a look look down her shirt. He couldn't see her full boobs the way he always fantasized about, but he did get a great partial view of them hanging down from her body. He watched her butt swing, and she walked up the stairs he had his shorts off as soon as she disappeared into the upstairs hall. He didn't even wait to hear her door close before stripping off his own boxers and grabbing his raging hard on the way he did when they were younger.

"God, please don't let her come back down," he silently thought as he started stroking. "This would be embarrassing."

It was a quick but blissful trip to his first messy orgasm in 30 years using a fantasy starring her. In only seconds he came so hard and so strong that he thought he might collapse. But he didn't and was amazed at how much he came. He didn't even have anything to clean up the mess with and had to cross the den to the guest bath with cum on his hand and stomach. He thought of showering but instead decided he would rather fall asleep wearing some of the stickiness she had caused him as a trophy.

Like after her shower, Gina didn't fully close her bedroom door. Once she returned home tomorrow she would again become a nurse and no longer be the object of someone's desire. Mark had shown interest, but short of telling him she hadn't been fucked in many years and needed someone hard inside her she had failed at getting him to follow up on her teasing. But here there was some hope, and that partially open door was her best chance.

She crawled in bed, spread her legs and immediately slipped her hand in her panties. Unfortunately, this was usually the full extent of her sex life, and many nights she would take a few minutes to fantasize and enhance her mood. Tonight she knew she was already very wet and needed no teasing. As soon as her finger found her pussy it slid effortlessly in and a soft moan escaped her lips.

"Oh, god, Mark - please come fuck me," she imagined, hoping there was some type of sibling ESP heading down the stairs to entice him to come satisfy the massive itch inside her. Like too many nights before she pushed her finger in until she found that special spot. Tonight it would be quick, and powerful, and very satisfying. She withdrew her finger a short ways and again pushed in in, holding it as deep inside as she could reach while swirling around again and again. And when she pulled out and pushed in again she felt the waves of orgasm start at that special spot and race to all parts of her body. She bit on her bottom lip trying not to let out the screams she knew would make this orgasm even more delicious, but she couldn't suppress everything. She moaned, and whimpered, and held her finger deep inside as the glorious pleasure pulsed through her needy body. And as her orgasm subsided and she regained her faculties she wondered if Mark had heard anything.

As Mark opened the bathroom door he heard a faint but familiar sound that was part pain and part pleasure.

"Oh my god," he thought to himself as he froze unwilling to make a sound. "That sounds a whole lot like an orgasm. Was Gina just playing with herself?"

He was 99% sure that's what he heard. Part of him wanted to go upstairs and see if she needed any help, but he had no idea how she would handle him listening to her private moment. And even if she did need help, he could barely walk after just cumming himself. If she wanted some help, it would be some time before he would be able.

Unsure what to do he crawled on the couch, pulled up the blanket, and was deathly quiet hoping to hear more. But in only minutes he fell into a deep, satisfying sleep, and dreamed of them exploring each others' bodies.

* * * * * * * * * *

The following week-plus was amazing at home as well. Every time Jenn got ready for bed, got out of the shower, or bent over to pick up some of the boys' dirty laundry, his hands were on her. It was like their first years of marriage - sex in the shower, sex before falling asleep, quickies after weekend naps - constant hard, passionate fucking temporarily replaced the weekend making love that had become their norm. Jenn wondered what happened to put him in this mood but instead of ruining the rediscovered physical bliss asking questions, she enjoyed the daily orgasms as long as she could.

But the daily grind eventually found its way back to their lives and they became a married couple again. Weekly making love was very satisfying but the passionate fucking was again relegated to fond memories. Work, family activities, dinner, the yard - all the things that interfered with passion years ago again crept back in to their lives.

But then he got the unexpected text.

"I got a text from Gina," Jenn said as she met him at the door one Wednesday evening. "She asked if she could stay with us next month while Andy's family visits."

"I told her that was fine," she added as she gave him the obligatory peck on the lips.

"Yeah, she texted me as well," he responded as he followed her to the den. "I hadn't replied yet since I wanted to get with you first to see what our plans were."

"That's the weekend I go to the Pink concert with Janie, Leah, Laura, and Kim," she added. "I told her I'd be gone most of the weekend but she was welcome to stay. She said that was fine but we could do dinner Friday night."

That night when Jenn said she was going to take a shower, Mark gave her a minute head start. He walked into their closet as she slid her jeans down her long legs. He watched her take off her sweater, and as she unsnapped her bra he started undressing as well. He watched her every move and when his boxers dropped to the floor he was fully aroused. As she stepped into the bathroom thinking he was getting ready for bed he grabbed her and pulled her to him pressing her naked body against his. He buried his face in her neck and started violently biting and sucking her shoulder, ears, lips. His hands grabbed her ass and pulled her tightly against his erection. Her full lips found his open mouth where she passionately sucked his tongue while grinding her hips against his erection she desperately wanted inside her. She then dropped to her knees and took him in her mouth. There was no teasing, just eager, lustful sucking. As much as he was enjoying the blow job, he had other plans for this load of cum. He reluctantly pulled out, helped her up, and again kissed her warm wet mouth. But as desire grew in him he spun her around and bent her over the bathroom vanity. They had learned years earlier that this position combined maximum penetration with the ability to watch each other cum in the large vanity mirrors. Jenn bent over the sink and raised up on her toes to give him better access. She watched in the mirror as she felt him place the head of his dick at her wet, willing opening. She pushed against him imploring him to enter her. When the head slid easily in, he forced the full length in with no teasing.

Jenn gasped in intense pleasure as she felt Mark hit her G spot. "Oh my god, yes - fuck me! Fuck me hard!!"

Mark loved it when she used the "F" word, and he gave her everything she asked for. He loved watching the look of exquisite pleasure on her face in the mirror directly in front of them then watching her amazing tits swaying in the side mirror. Each time he thrusted inside her, her gorgeous boobs swung forward then back again, repeating the motion over and over to his delight.

When Mark was rock hard he hit her G-spot with every stroke. Tonight, he wasn't just bumping it - he was ramming it with a force that was blissfully new. They fucked like this in the early years of their marriage, and she became addicted to the many orgasms he could give her each time they were together. She was now using part of her energy trying to stay on her feet instead of giving in to the force of his body and crashing into the vanity. The rest of her energy was preparing for the massive orgasm that would rush through her in just a few seconds.

"OH... MY... GOD!" She screamed each time he buried his erection deep inside her. "Fuck... me... harder! HARDER!!" she screamed.

And he did. For some unknown reason he was able to last longer than any of their other recent physical encounters, and he was able to get deeper inside her, and then her legs started to shake and her screams turned from individual words to one, long piercing moan of pleasure.

"I'm gonna cum - your going to make me CUM!" Jenn screamed as the violent orgasm started deep in her womanhood and raced through her body.

Mark had an orgasm unlike any he ever remembered. And he shot a huge load of cum inside her, then another, and another - until she was so full that it started running down her long, beautiful legs. Jenn had to collapse on to the vanity before she collapsed on to the floor. She laid there physically spent and felt Mark's cum filling her. She was still shaking but felt more satisfied than she had in longer than she could remember. When he finally pulled out she spun to face him. Instead of finding a towel to clean his cum from her pussy like most nights, tonight she dropped to her knees and took him in her mouth. Her tongue swirled around his stiffness wanting every drop of the mixture of their sexual fluids. She hadn't done this in years but for some reason tonight she wished there was more of them for her to taste.