My Sister Jackie Ch. 06

It has been a long time since I last posted a Chapter of My Sister Jackie, and for that I apologize to my readers. It hasn't been an easy story to tell. Here is the latest chapter for your enjoyment and I promise it won't be as long between more chapters.

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The last time I'd actually been with Jackie was the night I'd stayed at her apartment after we'd come back from spending the day at the beach together. Even though it was very late that night and we both were tired, we did manage to make intense, and very emotional, love to each other before we eventually went to sleep in each other's arms. The next morning I awoke to find that I was alone in her apartment and that Jackie was already gone. She left me a note pinned to her pillow explaining that she had an early morning meeting and that she'd call me later in the day. I remember smiling at myself as I read the note because it was so typical of Jackie's early morning exits. I was actually getting use to them.

I hadn't heard from her for the rest of the day and, although I tried to call her twice, I just got her voice mail. When I got home there was a phone messages from her on my home phone. Her voice was soft and full of apprehension as she said that she was unsure about several things and that she just needed some time to sort things out. She also added that she was taking a temporary assignment from her company which meant that she would be in the Atlanta office for the next four to six weeks. There was a long pause on the phone and I could hear her breathing before she said asked if I would not try to contact her for a while. I immediately picked up my coat and hurried out of my apartment but before I could get to the elevators at the end of my hall, I began to have second thoughts about seeing her at that moment. As much as I wanted to be with her and help her make some positive decisions about us, I realized that it was for the best to let her have some time to sort things out for herself. The last thing I wanted to do was to push her into a difficult decision that she might later regret. With a heavy feeling of despair I walked back to my apartment and sat on the sofa in the dark, watching the rain outside as it ran down the windows.

About a month after she'd gone I received a picture postcard from her. On the front was a typical photo of downtown Atlanta and on the back she had just written the words, I'm ok -- Jackie. She was on my mind constantly and hundreds of times, every day, I wanted to call her, or see her, but I knew it was best to let her have the time she needed.

I hadn't seen or talked to Jackie in over three months when one Saturday night and I'd gone to the theater to see one of the Broadway Musicals that was in town for a few weeks. During the intermission I'd left my seat and gone to the lobby for a small glass of Champagne from the bar. At that moment it felt good to be surrounded by people and I listened with half-interest to the bits and pieces of conversations as they passed by me. After finishing my Champagne I started to go back to my seat and through the crowd, about twenty-five or thirty feet away, I caught a glimpse of Jackie standing in a group of six or eight people. She didn't see me. She was chatting with a woman that was close to her and I saw that a nice looking man stood at her side with his arm around her waist. She was wearing her short, black cocktail dress and her beautiful black hair seemed to flow softly down over her shoulders. Her hair seemed to glisten softly as she moved. As I looked at her I realized, with a deep sadness, that she was even more beautiful than I had remembered. I stopped where I was, simply looking at her as people moved around me. I wanted to call out her name and at the same time I hoped she didn't see me looking at her. I was torn. I felt the, now familiar, feeling of mild panic well-up inside me the feeling was that I may never see her again. Then it happened. The other woman must have said something amusing to her and as she brought her head back her eyes left the other woman's face and they lifted to catch mine. My heart raced as we both simply looked at each other, neither of us moved and I thought I saw a glimmer of sadness in her eyes. The crowd quickly closed between us again and I lost sight of her for what seemed to be only a few moments. When it opened, I saw her date with his hand on her arm, escorting her back inside the theater. As quickly as she came, she was gone.

The emptiness I felt weighed heavily on me and I didn't feel like returning to my seat. I simply stayed in the lobby, sitting on one of the ornate and plush sofas that lined the walls. I could hear that the second act started but I didn't care. I foolishly hoped that she would come back to speak with me. I was hoping that she was ready. Most of all, I was hoping that she wanted to come back to me. The empty lobby matched my own emptiness and I was actually glad that I was alone. As time passed it was obvious she wasn't coming back to the lobby and I left the theater and walked to my car, perhaps more aware of my emptiness and aloneness than I'd ever felt before. I couldn't get the thoughts of her, or the beautiful way she looked, out of my mind.

I drove myself home and just before I got there I decided to stop first at The Ice House, a popular bar near my apartment, to get a drink and be around people and noise. I needed something to distract me from myself, and my memories, even if it was only a short while. I thought I had a pretty good handle on our, somewhat indefinite, separation until I saw her at the theater -- then it all went to hell. The Ice House was packed and loud and I sat at the only open seat at the bar which was against the wall and ordered a scotch rocks. I ignored several obvious glances and passes from a few women in the crowd; the scotch made me feel better. I'd had a few more drinks than I should have had and it was a little after one a.m. when I left the bar. I'd had a little too much to drink so I decided to leave me car in the parking lot and walk the three blocks back to my apartment as it began to drizzle. The streets were quiet and I was glad to be alone again.

My apartment is at the end of the hallway and my front door sits back in a small vestibule so as not to be visible from the elevator lobby. As I got about halfway down the hallway I saw a pair of black, high heel shoes lying on the floor next to my door. As I got closer I saw Jackie sitting on the carpeted floor, leaning against my door -- asleep. Her hair was disheveled and her stockings had long runs in them that looked as if she had walked, without her shoes, for some distance. I bent down and touched her arm and she opened her eyes slowly as if trying to fight through her sleep. She looked up at me and said, "I've been waiting here for you," she said in a soft whisper.

"I can see that, are you ok?" I said as I helped her to her feet.

"Uh huh, maybe just a little too much to drink," she answered, looking as if she was about to fall back to sleep. "I didn't know where else to go," she mumbled.

I resisted the urge to ask her what had happened that brought her to my door at that time of the morning and I helped her to stand up and lean against the wall as I found my keys and opened my front door. I steadied and supported her as we walked down the hall to my bedroom. With one hand around her waist I pulled back the covers and laid her down on the bed. I helped her get her dress off and went to the closet to hang it up. By the time I got back she was already asleep. I thought about slipping off her ragged and torn hose but decided against it. I did however, unhook her bra and, as I slipped it down over her breast, I noticed several bruises on the undersides of both of her beast. I had a pretty good idea how they got there and it made me angry to think that someone was rough with her. Then I sighed softly as I pulled the covers over her half-naked body. I too was very tired and was feeling the effects of too much good scotch and I resisted the incredibly strong urge to get into bed with her; it wasn't the right thing to do under the circumstances. Before I left the bedroom I stood for a long moment looking at her face as she slept peacefully in my bed. I went into the living room and lay on the sofa and quickly went to sleep. I got up in a few hours to check on her and, when I looked into the bedroom, she was asleep in the same position as I'd first left her. The next morning I awoke to the sound of the shower running in the bathroom. I stood up and stretched and quickly felt the effects of having had too much to drink the night before. I went down the hall to my bedroom and saw that my bed was empty. Jackie's torn pantyhose lay on the chair next to the bed along with her bra, panties, shoes and her small black purse.

I shaved and cleaned up in my other bathroom before I went back to my bedroom and pulled on a clean pair of jeans and a shirt. As I made coffee in the kitchen I couldn't help but wonder what had happened the night before that had brought Jackie here to my apartment. I heard the shower stop and the shower door open. In my mind I imagined what Jackie looked like as she toweled her beautiful naked body off; I couldn't help but wonder if I would ever see her naked again. In the back of my mind I was frightened that she might have come to tell me that we'd be better-off apart, or that she was in love with the man that I saw her with last night at the theater. I heard the bathroom door open and in moments Jackie came down the hall toward the kitchen. "Hi," she said when she saw me. She had a white towel wrapped around her hair and another wrapped around her body. "Hi," I said back. She looked a little embarrassed but I pretended not to notice as she said, "Sorry about last night...can I borrow some sweats to wear home?"

"Sure." I smiled and started toward my bedroom to get her something to wear. Jackie followed me and stood close behind me as I pulled a clean set of sweats out of the bottom drawer of my dresser and handed them to her. As she reached out the towel that was wrapped around her body slipped open before falling completely to the floor and exposing her beautiful naked body to me. I tried to turn away but it was useless as I stood looking at her. Without thinking I put my arms around her and pulled her tightly against me as our eyes held. I was surprised at how quickly I developed a hard erection and as we stood there it was throbbing against her naked belly just above her pussy. I didn't try to hide it and Jackie didn't resist in any way. I felt her body shudder slightly as she laid her head on my shoulder and began to cry softly. "Why does it have to be this way?" She whispered as I continued to hold her. Her crying stopped and I felt her belly pressing against my cock.

I lowered her onto the bed and got undressed as quickly as I could without ever letting go of her. When I was nude I got in bed with her and pulled her tightly against me. Our lips pressed together as our tongues found and erotically probed each other mouth. My penis was trapped between our naked bodies and was incredibly hard in anticipation of what was to come. Before long our passion built to an incredible level and I felt Jackie spread her legs as an invitation for me to fuck her. She lay on her back as I moved above her. My cock was only inches from her wet cunt.

"Fuck me," she begged softly as I kissed the side of her neck. "Fuck me and make it all go away," she pleaded. Moving my hips gently my hard cock parted her cunt lips searching for the entrance of her vagina. She let out a deep moan as my throbbing cock hesitated before traveling into the warm depths of her sweet sex-hole. Once my hard shaft was inside her as deeply as it would go, I would hesitate for a brief moment before I slowly withdrew it almost completely out of her vagina. She let out a soft moan as her body tensed and I quickly thrust my prick completely into her cunt again. The feeling caused her to cry out in intense erotic ecstasy. We continued to fuck with Jackie's hips meeting my every thrust into her cunt. The room was filled with the gentle, urgent and honest sounds of us fucking.

I kissed her neck and left a trail of kisses down to her left breast where I caressed her nipple with my tongue. I took her swollen nipple, very gently, between my teeth and held it as Jackie had her first orgasm. We both were so turned on that we just kept fucking. I continued to thrust my cock into her vagina and I knew that she was building to another orgasm and I could tell that it would be much stronger than the first. Jackie lifted her thighs up against her breast; her legs were under my arms so that my cock would go even deeper into her cunt as we fucked. I kept fucking her harder and harder with long, deep strokes that went completely into her erotic hole and out again. Our bodies were pounding together with pure desires for pleasure and release. With each hard stroke her breast would jump wildly on her chest and a low moan would slip from deep in her throat. As we fucked I could see the emotion of intense pleasure as it showed on her face. Her building orgasm made her face look as if she was in pain rather than ecstasy. Her eyes were closed tightly as her head moved from side to side on the pillow. Suddenly a deep whine that started softly and built in intensity filled the room. As she came, the power of her orgasm as it slammed through her body, took her to her own private place for a brief few moments before releasing her back to herself.

I slowed somewhat in an attempt to prevent my own ejaculation. I didn't want to cum too soon and be through fucking in case this was the last time we would ever fuck. Her moaning sounded almost childlike each time her body convulsed with the surging waves of her declining pleasure that still ran through her. I continued to softly fuck her with a gentle rhythm as we kissed and held each other. I took her erect nipples into my mouth and sucked them gently as Jackie had two more small orgasms.

I finally slipped my wet cock out of her cunt and she turned over so that she lay on her stomach with her legs spread widely apart. I lay on top of her and inserted my hard penis into her vagina from behind. At this angle it put the head of my cock directly on her G-spot as we fucked. Jackie brought her arm under her body so that she could finger her clitoris as we fucked in this position.

I knew she was getting drained from her previous orgasms and yet I was surprised at how quickly, and how powerfully, she came as we fucked her from behind.

We were both very wet and I slipped my cock out of her beautiful fuck-hole and began to ease it into her anus. She arched her back slightly so that her tightly puckered anus pressed against the head of my cock. I moved slowly as I felt the head of my cock pushing through her anus ring and into her body. Slowly I pushed my cock completely into her ass before I started to fuck her. We managed to raise ourselves up so that Jackie was on her hands and knees and I was kneeling behind her, thrusting in and out of her tight anus.

Her slender figure kneeling in front of me, trusting me, with her vulnerability as she shared herself with me, was a feeling that was so strong I didn't know how long I could last before I had to come. We began fucking harder and harder and Jackie started to cry out loudly as her pleasure built. In quick surges her pleasure increased until her anal orgasm exploded inside her. At the same time, I looked down at her upturned ass and the sight of my hard cock fucking her delicious anus triggered a huge orgasm in me that sent pulse after powerful pulse of white, hot cum shooting into the depths of her body.

After our orgasms subsided a little I slipped my softening cock out of her ass and a stream of my cum ran out of her freshly-fucked hole and down between her smooth cheeks before slowly dripping off her cunt lips and onto the bed.

Moments later we lay on the bed holding each other. Her body felt good against me...better than I remembered yet, I could still feel that there was something unfinished between us. I had so many questions to ask her but I still didn't want to push her too far. "What happened last night?" I asked. My question was answered by a long pause before Jackie sighed softly. She tried to push her head deeper into my shoulder as she spoke. "I panicked," she said. "After I saw you at the theater I didn't know what to think. After the theater we had supper with some friends and maybe it was because I saw you...I don't know --" She paused. "I drank too much...and I knew it but I didn't care...it got late and he wanted me to stay overnight and I wanted to go home but he wouldn't listen. He took me to his place anyway and things started to happen too fast...I just wanted to go home." She paused and was silent for a moment as if trying to find the right words to say. "He started pushing me and grabbing at me and the more I resisted the angrier he got. He tore the zipper on my dress trying to get me to take it off and I panicked...I ran and I had nowhere to go. I tried to call you but -- " Her voice trailed off as if she was embarrassed. After several moments of silence she said, "I got a cab but I only had enough money to get me about ten blocks from here so I had to walk the rest of the way. My high heels gave out after about the second block so I took them off and walked...I had nowhere else to go."

Jackie began to cry which turned into sobbing as I held her tightly. Her sobs eased a bit as she said, "We've been apart for months now and I've tried to get on with my life It seems like the only time that I've been happy is the times when we're together...and that scares me! I know it's not right to feel this way but I can't help it. I want to be happy." Jackie got up very quickly and sat on the edge of the bed and began to cry again. Suddenly she got up and put on the sweats I gave her. "I need to go home," she said.

I got out of bed and began to get dressed as I explained to her that I'd left my car in The Ice House parking lot the night before and I told her that I'd walk over and get it and come back to take her home. She offered to walk with me until she realized that her black high heels probably wouldn't make it and she would, more than likely, be barefooted.

Jackie was silent and I didn't look at her as we drove through the city toward her apartment. When we finally arrived I stopped the car at the front entrance of her apartment building and rather than getting out of the car and going around the car to open her door for her I simply waited for her to open her own door. She gathered up her belongings from the seat beside her and opened her door but before getting out of the car she turned toward me I saw a trace of a smile as she said in a soft and slightly apologetic voice, "It was good making love with you this morning. No one has ever made love to me like you do." She seemed embarrassed by her statement and was silent for a few moments. "I'm sorry...will you call me next week? I need some more time and we need to talk about some...things."

"Things?" I asked as I looked at her.

"Ok...us," she answered. "I'm confused by what I feel, and what I want, and I'm afraid of what might happen to us."

"Why don't you let me worry about that? As long as you trust me, I'm not afraid of the things that might be. Jackie, everything for us, including our past, can start from this moment on if we want. There's only one thing that really matters in all of this and it's very simple." I hesitated as I looked into her eyes before asking. "Do you love me?"

Jackie looked at me and nodded as the tears welled up in her eyes and began to fall down her cheeks. "That's what..." She softly shook her head without finishing her answer and she got out of the car and walked toward the apartment building. I watched her go and I was disappointed that she never looked back at me.