Helping Sis with Her House

"Shower's all yours," I heard Karen call out. Sheepishly I peeked out of the room and noted she was already in hers. Quickly I scurried down to the bathroom, slipping into the room and shutting the door behind me. After relieving myself I slipped into the shower, losing myself into the hot water and the clean feeling of scrubbing myself off.

After drying off, shaving, and getting dressed, I finally made my way downstairs, nose greeted with the smell of home fries sizzling in the kitchen. With a growl my stomach loudly announced itself, demanding I head first to where the heavenly scent was coming from. Recalling our youth I checked the kitchen and noted to myself that the fries were from a bag and only required reheating. Scrambled eggs, well, I'd just chance that she figured out how to make those.

In the kitchen I found Karen, dressed in a pair of worn jeans and an old Green Bay sweatshirt. I could feel the blush returning to my cheeks as I remembered the towel wrapped around her torso and still dripping wet hair, sliding down between her breasts. "Uh hey. I uh, I'm sorry about earlier."

"It happens, besides I saw more of you than you saw of me. And well, it's just the human body, shame over being nude is a little overrated in my book. It's beautiful in its own right and I don't think we should be so ashamed to be nude." She shrugged lightly, her face turned still to the fries and eggs she was working on, "a little nudity doesn't bother me. Hell sometimes I walk around here in the nude just because I can. I'll guess you've done that once or twice yourself and I don't mind so long as you don't mind that I occasionally do so as well. Makes more sense than having to find a pair of pants, or in my case pants and shirt, just to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night. Agreed?"

"Uh sure," truth told I was just glad she wasn't angry at me. There was a little part of my brain that had a bit of a thrill at the idea of her walking around nude, but I quickly shushed it, reminding myself that she was still my sister first and foremost and a sexy woman secondly.

"Good, now eat up because you're going to be working hard today," she glanced at me with a grin.

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She sure wasn't kidding about working me hard. First order of business was to head down to the lumberyard and pick up a few sheets of plywood to cover over some subflooring the previous owner had left uncovered. The rest of the day was spent having to measure, cut the plywood, and in a number of cases, cut again to make sure it all fit down over the floors. Once we'd gotten the subflooring done, out came the insulation and the new laminate flooring that we'd be putting down over that. Can't say I'd worked with laminate before, but after seeing how quickly it went down and how nice it looked, I'm impressed.

By the time that dinner rolled around I was feeling rather sore and well worked over. The thought of how the next few months would be going and just how much work would be involved rolled about in my mind. Granted this thought was often joined with the idea that maybe it would lead to me returning to college a little more buff. Hey, never said I couldn't be a bit shallow. At the least it seemed Karen had finally been forced to learn how to cook. She laid out a lasagna and a loaf of rye bread with a bowl of sauce and meatballs.

"Wow, never knew you could cook." Admittedly I was a little wary, she didn't have the best of reputations growing up, as in I didn't even trust her making toast.

"Well, going out to eat gets damned expensive real fast. I've learned to love Alton Brown, he's made it all make sense to me. At least, the basics make sense, but judge for yourself."

Okay, well, I was still wary of her cooking but damn it I was feeling quite hungry. Taking half a forkful, I took a deep breath and bit into the pasta. A couple of chews, and while it wasn't the best I'd had, it was certainly not as bad as her cooking used to be. I glanced up to see her hopeful look while watching me so for a moment I feigned a look of disgust then swallowed it.

"Well?"

"It's certainly better than the food they served at school. Not sure if Mom has to be worried yet."

"Mom's the gold standard, I can deal with being not quite at her level. Glad you like it, otherwise not sure how I'd feed you."

I could see a little pride in her face and just gave her a little smile, figuring it was more of a compliment to keep eating. Every now and then she would look up from her own meal to watch me, each time with a little smile upon her face. Somewhere inside it just made me feel good to be the reason behind her little smile.

The rest of the week went pretty much the same routine. I was careful to be sure to throw on at least a pair of boxer shorts before I made my way to the bathroom in the mornings. Karen on the other hand, seemed intent to find the flimsiest pieces of clothing she owned, each putting more and more of her body on display every morning. By Friday morning her clothing consisted of a thong and what I best considered to be a strip of gauze around her top, just barely covering her nipples. It certainly caused me to raise an eyebrow, and something else, but I figured this was her house and if that's what she wanted to dress in.

My shower that morning did end up running much longer than normal, due mostly to the little outfit she'd been wearing. Between the outfits and that I could hear her working out to her Insanity tape each night, it was starting to drive me nuts. Her stomach showed her efforts, toned and leading the way into the rest of her rapidly becoming toned figure. When my cum coated the shower wall I almost collapsed from the effort and caught myself imagining it was Karen's face that caught the long strands of semen.

Shaking off the image from the shower, I hurried up with the rest of my morning ritual, got dressed, and hurried downstairs. My nose was greeted with the smell of French toast and a slight hint of rose lingering in the air. Karen had on a pink tank top and an old pair of jeans, well-worn in certain spots to the point the material was starting to fray and offer peeks at her skin beneath. I couldn't see any bra straps and taking a guess by the way the material laid upon her chest, she didn't have one on.

"We'll be doing the drywall in the hallway ceiling today," she bit her lip. "Considering you're the stronger one that means you'll be holding up the panels while I work on taking care of the screwing. But I think we'll plan to finish early tonight and take tomorrow off. It is both the weekend and a holiday of course."

I raised an eyebrow, "it's Valentine's Day and both of us are single. Hardly a reason to celebrate."

"It's a holiday of love and I love you as family. Of course if you'd rather I could find something for us to work on. Maybe we could take advantage of the nice weather and start breaking up the concrete slab passing for an attempt of a patio."

I'm sure my face went pale at the thought, "No, no, I think celebrating a holiday sounds like a good idea to me."

She just grinned. "Well it's settled then, ceiling this morning and early afternoon then knock off for the weekend. Good cause my muscles really didn't like the idea of trying to swing a sledge after all of this other work."

"Mine either."

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I hate putting up ceilings. No joke about it. Not sure if it has to do with the holding up a heavy sheet of drywall while hoping the other person can quickly screw it in, or, hell there is no or, it's the dealing with holding the fucking thing up. By the fifth and final piece I'd about had it with doing this, and certainly wasn't looking forwards to trying to dodge droplets of mud afterwards. Karen had gotten in the two back screws and was in process of heading towards the ones in front of me when she paused next to the stool I was standing on.

"So I've been meaning to ask you something."

I groaned, not being able to believe she was asking me a question now of all times.

"What went through your head when you moaned out my name while cumming on the shower wall the past two mornings?"

"Uh..." my face flushed immediately.

"Not that I mind so much, I'm just curious as to what you were thinking and why you didn't choose to ask for help." She licked her lips just enough to wet them. "I mean even now, you've been glancing down my shirt every chance you get. Probably trying to figure out if I have a bra on or if I really didn't wear one today. The answer, if you hadn't figured it out, is that I didn't wear one today. But really, even if I hadn't noticed the glances it would be hard not to notice that my dear brother has a raging hard-on in his jeans right about now. And I just hate to see you in an uncomfortable position so how about I be a good big sister and help alleviate this problem?"

"I, uh, you're going to screw in the panel?" I asked, hopeful that was all she had in mind. Truth told, I really wasn't sure what she was thinking and while yes, my cock was painfully pressing to my jeans I dared not to let my mind wander towards what might be.

"Oh I'll screw something, but the panel can wait. It's just fun to see you having to stand there and hold it up, makes your arms and chest flex nicely. No, I have a better thing in mind." Without delay her hands came up to my jeans, one pulling my zipper down and the other sliding in, past my boxers, and wrapping around my cock, pulling it out into the air.

"Karen what the hell!? You're my sister!"

"And that just means I love you dearly and this will make me feel closer to you. Just shush and enjoy little brother. It's not like you haven't already enjoyed jacking off to thoughts of me anyways, close enough in my book." With that she leaned in and took half of my cock into her mouth, tongue immediately rubbing the underside. Her hand moved to wrap around the base, and when her head began to bob the hand moved along with her lips.

I wanted to be upset, I wanted to be annoyed, I wasn't either. Instead I was horny and getting my dick sucked. My cock didn't care who owned the mouth that was currently sucking it, it just cared that the mouth was doing the sucking and doing a fairly good job of it. So, instead of doing anything to stop her, I just accepted that it was what it was. Not that I could deny that I'd been turned on by her all week, and well yeah, I just stopped with the trying to rationalize it as I watched her stuff my length down into her throat.

Karen held me in her throat for as long as she could, then backing off to give herself a chance to breath, her hand pumping along the length of my cock. With a grin she looked up at me, "I'll screw the rest of the screws in if you promise to let me finish this when I'm done."

Hell all I could do was nod rapidly, both at the idea of getting relief for my poor shoulders and my cock shortly afterwards. When she put the screws in I gratefully let my arms down and stepped off of the stool, "your bed or mine?"

"Couch, it's closer," she skipped past me, hurrying on her way to the living room. I wasn't far behind but more taking long steps as it just felt weird trying to jog with a hard cock. Once in the room I immediately noticed she already thrown her clothes about the room and proceeded to do the same, my eyes fixated on her figure. She was on all fours on the couch, her ass wagging in the air, a devilish grin plastered upon her face. "Choose a hole little bro, mouth, pussy, hell I'd even let you have my ass."

Stepping up to the couch, I quickly made my choice and kneeled behind her, guiding my cock to her slick pussy, rubbing the head a couple of times to lube it, then sliding it into her in one straight motion. Hands fell to her hips, taking a firm grasp as I began to plunge my cock within her, listening to her sweet voice moan. Hell with all of the taboos, if it felt this good then it had to be right I figured. Her pussy was like a velvet vice upon my cock, squeezing it in all the right ways, as if she was made for me. It didn't take long before she reached her first orgasm, clamping down hard on my cock as her body shuddered.

Through two more orgasms I fucked her, loving every damned second of it. Her hips fit just right in my hands and her pussy milked at my shaft. Her hips were rocking in tune with mine, slapping her ass back against me with each deep thrust, till finally I could no longer take it and pulled her hard against me. A moment later and I unloaded my first load into my sister's waiting pussy. Through the orgasm I held her tight, then slowly loosened my grip and collapsed with her onto the couch, holding her tight to me.

For a couple of hours we just laid there, I just wasn't sure what to say to her, all the questions I had came roaring to the front of my mind. A major taboo had been broken and I needed to assimilate my actions. What really struck me was that once we crossed that line, I accepted my actions, and in many ways was starting to feel like this was completely normal. Occasionally I glanced at Karen, concerned from her silence, but every time I looked she just gave me a happy smile and snuggled a little closer.

Her body just felt perfect snuggled against mine and the quiet time gave me the chance to admire my sister's body. It had been a couple of years since I'd last seen her in a swim suit and while I'd noticed earlier that she'd toned up, I hadn't realized just how much. It was just one of the many things I mulled over, laying there, enjoying the calm of the silence, feeling closer to my sister than I'd ever felt before.

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Her stomach growling was the first thing that snapped us out of our comfortable semi-slumber. She looked up at me with a slight blush and sheepish grin, "I guess this moment really can't last forever."

"Mmm true, but you know, there are also a lot of rooms in this house that need to be broken in, if you know what I mean. Fueling the body would certainly help that process along. Besides, I'll let you sit on my lap while we eat."

That last comment got me an elbow to the ribs and a grin, "let me huh? Well maybe later I'll let you pleasure me with your tongue." With that she wiggled out of the couch and stood up, leaning back to stretch herself out before she padded off to the kitchen.

I admit, I didn't follow her right away, instead just enjoyed watching her naked ass as she walked towards the kitchen. It was a strange but natural feeling to be enjoying this and each passing moment was helping me to grow accustomed to this new turn in our relationship. Off the couch I pushed myself, following Karen's lead to the kitchen, grinning when I realized she'd only donned an apron to start prepping dinner.

Dinner itself, well I honestly don't recall what we ate, mostly I just recall how Karen took full advantage of my offer of a lap to sit on. She started innocently enough on my thigh, but about halfway through she'd managed to wiggle herself onto me so that my cock rested pressed between her pussy lips, slowly getting wetter and wetter as she dripped upon it. Of course, somehow she managed to put on a completely innocent act all the way through dinner.

Once dinner finished I half dragged, half raced my sister back to my bedroom, collapsing with her upon my bed. Into me I pulled her, holding her body close as my lips sought out hers, my tongue finding and caressing hers as we shared the deep kiss. Hands roamed about her body, exploring it in ways I'd never thought I would. Gently I squeezed her ass, let my fingers grazed over the puckered hole and receive a pleasant moan in the kiss, and down to gently rub her soaked lips. The other hand sought out and caressed over her breasts, softly squeezing and massaging them. Fingers twisted and gently pinched her nipples, feeling them grow hard under my touch.

My lips worked their way down, kissing along her jawline to her neck, then down to her collarbone. I took my time, working along the length of her collarbone then down to soft, pillow-like breasts. Over both of them I went in slow circles, starting at the base and working my way up until I could tongue and nibble the eraser like nipples.

Down between the breasts I kissed, working my way over her stomach and towards the heavenly scent. At the top of her slit I paused, placing the tip of my tongue in her slit, I looked up and grinned, reminding myself that the owner of the pussy was my older sister. Down the slit I slid my tongue, working till I found her hard clit and wrapping my lips around it. Once it was secured in my mouth I began to suck hard, letting my tongue trace the alphabet over her. One hand slid between her thighs so that a pair of fingers could slip within her waiting hole, the fingertips rubbing against her insides.

Occasionally I glanced up to watch the various looks of pleasure upon Karen's face, but mostly I kept my head down and concentration upon the task at hand. My tongue varied its methods over her clit, trying out some of the techniques I'd read about and a third finger worked its way within her. Soon her thighs began to squeeze my hand and head, as her body began to quake and the moans from her lips rise in pitch. Moments later I felt the flood of cum from her pussy coat my hand and the release of her thighs. Softly I withdrew my fingers and allowed her clit to slip from my mouth, then looked up at her panting form.

"Get...on...you...back," she said breathlessly.

I complied, rolling to my back and finding a pillow to prop up underneath of my head. Once she regained most of her breath, Karen straddled my hips and quickly slid me into her soaked pussy. Like a wild woman she rode me, bouncing hard and nearly losing my cock several times in the process. It was like watching a woman possessed. I watched mesmerized as her breasts heaved and bounced upon her chest. The only times she slowed down was to change positions, shifting into reverse cowgirl and bending over to put her ass on display.

Her hand came back to grasp and massage her ass cheeks, pulling them aside to display her puckered hole and teasing my with a finger just outside of it. My cock rubbed hard against her inner walls, feeling her squeezing it hard each time she had a small orgasm. Another pause and she was leaning over me, hands planted in the bed alongside my chest and soon she resumed the frantic bucking upon me. My hands found her waist, holding her lightly while my tongue rubbed her breasts as they bounced temptingly just above my head.

When I knew I could no longer hold out, I slid my hands down and took a firm hold of her ass, then held her tight as I slammed my cock hard into her and unloaded my cum. Holding that ass tightly down, I pulled her against me as my orgasm subsided, only releasing when my body relaxed in the bliss of after orgasm.

She wiggled her way down my body and quickly popped my sticky cock in her mouth, moaning loudly. Greedily she began to lick up and down the shaft and all over my balls, cleaning up all of the cum stuck to me. Once she'd finished her task, she gave me a little pout and kissed the tip of my cock then worked her way back up to snuggle alongside of me. "Mmm just thought you'd like to know, we taste perfect together. Should do that much, much more often. I'm thinking at least twice a day."

"Twice a day huh? Plan to work me good as a construction worker and your sex slave?"

"Mhmm, sure do. Of course, you know, once you finish the majority of the construction of the house, you could always just stay as my full time lover and sex slave. There's even a decent college not too far from here."

"We'll see, it's a tempting offer but we did just kind of move quickly into this." Not sure why I was hesitant, inside I already knew I would be taking her up on her offer. I think it was just to see the moment of sadness that I didn't immediately jump for the opportunity and to remind myself that I did have some control in the situation.