The Touch Ch. 37

Libby was also attractive in a rather homely way, with shortish brown hair, quite an infectious smile and a neat figure with smallish tits, a firm waist and stomach and rounded buttocks. I thought that she looked quite cute in the red and green garden centre uniform. She had chosen to wear shorts as it was a hot day and her legs were strong looking but quite shapely and attractive.

In truth I found her good company and could easily have been attracted to her if she hadn't been an employee, and I got the feeling that she would not have rejected me. In contrast to Benson she was quiet and a little bit shy except when she was talking about horticulture, her great passion; she stuck to me like glue for most of the morning, a constant gushing fountain of intelligent questions, really keen to learn everything she could about plants and gardening and how the centre worked.

I knew that she had dropped out of the Cities and Guilds Horticulture course because she could not afford the ongoing fees and during a break for coffee in the morning she told me the full story; although she was only nineteen, just a few months older than me, she was renting a small terraced house on the outskirts of the city where she lived on her own, with two dogs and a clutch of chickens.

"I lived there with my Dad, he is in the army and got posted to Belize a year ago and the landlord let me stay on alone. Dad is getting married again soon and so won't be coming back. Between the rent, the council and water rates plus the utility bills," she told me, "I needed to work full time just to keep afloat..... but I would never give up my home, it is my little bit of independence." She smiled and added, "Anyway, I have spent the past twelve months working every evening and weekend on my rear garden.... I grow all my own vegetables, you know? With the veggies and the eggs I am quite self sufficient."

"Wow!" I enthused. "Your own house and a vegetable garden...that is really something, I am impressed."

"Not in your league," she said shyly, "We all knew about you at college, you know." She grinned, "The star pupil of the C&G course, manager of a garden centre at eighteen years old, and your aunt is the famous landscaper Maggie de Vere...." She chuckled softly, " I can still hardly believe that I am now working for both of you."

I don't know if I was flattered, but I was certainly surprised. I grinned at her, "I think that both Maggie and I prefer 'working WITH us', rather than working FOR us, we like to think of the business as a team or a family..." It wasn't an original Jamie-ism, Maggie had said it first but I fully endorsed the sentiment.

I felt that both Benson and Libby were going to be valuable additions to the team, they had a lot of potential and I liked them both.

By the time that I had cashed up the day's takings, and finally, after three attempts, managed to balance the cash, cheques and credit card vouchers with the till rolls, I was seriously wishing that I had not given Tayler the day off and it was approaching six o'clock and time to lock up for the night. It wasn't until I went down into the yard that I realised that Maggie's Range Rover was parked up at the house, they had returned from Bath and I had not even noticed her drive up the back lane. I locked the main gates; let the staff without cars out of the side entrance and then did a final round to make sure that everywhere was safe and secure and made my way back to the office block to change.

I took a quick shower; pulled on a clean navy blue, cotton canvas rugby shirt and a pair of faded blue denim jeans and was just locking the office block when I heard a key turn in the lock and the clatter of the galvanised mesh side gate.

It was Emma and she looked great. My sister was taking a lot more interest in herself and her appearance just recently, she had become very business orientated and her attitudes and appearance reflected her new way of life. She had always been a quite serious girl, moody, but not particularly flighty or fun-crazed, but she had suddenly matured into a responsible young woman, if you didn't count her over the top crush on me.

That evening she was wearing a simple see through chiffon, short sleeved blouse with a tie knot at the front of light blue and white vertical wavy stripes worn over a plain soft white strapless camisole. She was obviously not wearing a bra and her small nipples made captivating little points in her top. It took a serious effort to tear my eyes away as she walked towards me. Her long legs were encased in stone coloured, almost cream, skin tight jeans emphasising her slender shapely thighs and calves; her toes peeped out from matching light blue Y strap sandals. I had never seen any part of her outfit before and so guessed at I was getting a privileged preview of her shopping trip bounty.

Her dark hair was brushed to a silken sheen and was tied with a small white chiffon bow in a long alluring pony tail which was draped over her right shoulder and I could see the tip of that soft tail brushing gently against her nipple as she walked.

I remembered the words that she had spoken to me some days before... this was no longer my baby sister... this was a woman, full grown, sexy and desirable and as much as I tried to resist it, I did desire her. It was suddenly very easy to forget that Emma was my sister and see her only as an attractive, seductive woman who had made it plain that she wished to be seduced and whom I desperately wanted to seduce.

I must have looked as much of a pillock as I felt. I just stood there for several long seconds, paralysed, my mouth agape as the final acceptance of my incestuous desire numbed my brain to everything except the visual image of my sister and the tingling of an erection starting in my jeans.

"Ha... Whaa... Whaa... What are you doing here?" I managed to mumble. I was totally lust-hammered, my brain was functioning too slowly and my prick was functioning too vigorously.

She smiled. Her whole face lit up with that fabulous smile that she shared with Maggie and her mother; the beautiful, enchanting smile of the Grainger women that left me weak kneed and totally unable to resist any of them. Her eyes swept over me and I felt her gaze as an almost physical stroke as it caressed the growing bulge filling my jeans. She stepped in close and very gently touched my hardness with the tip of one finger, causing me to involuntarily shudder with desire.

"I guess that this means that you have finally decided that you want to fuck me." She said softly. There was no hint of triumph, even though we both knew that I had capitulated and she had won. She just seemed happy.

"What are you doing here, Emms?" I tried again, this time more coherently, although my voice sounded hoarse and a little choked to my ears. I really couldn't think of anything else to say.

"It's my last evening before we go to France.... Mum and I will be staying at Auntie Maggie's tonight .... But I wanted to spend the evening with YOU.... I told the others that I was going to buy you dinner to say thank you for everything you did for me these last few weeks... the driving lessons... everything... Mum thought it was a great idea... so here I am."

"You really don't have to...." I muttered feebly. In honesty there was nothing I would rather do than spend time with her right then.

"Yes, I do." She said firmly, "I doubt that you have eaten all day.... You get grumpy when you are hungry and I don't want you grumpy tonight. We can get an early dinner in town and then...."

"Then? What?"

"Wait and see..." she giggled, "I have had something planned for ages and tonight is perfect...."

She started off towards the side gate. I just followed her so-tempting round buttocks in those tight jeans and that thick dark pony tail which was now swinging behind her, bobbing with every step. I could see her VW Beetle parked in the back lane and by the time that I had locked the gate, she had folded the soft-top down and was already behind the wheel with the engine running.

That evening felt really strange.... Almost weird.... From the moment that I had clapped eyes on my sister I seemed to have lost fifty per cent of my will power; I was being led through each event of the evening by a very resolved Emma who seemed to be in alliance with my prick to steer me on a course of their mutual choice, a journey in which my brain was not participating.

We went to the 'New Inn and Old House Restaurant' in New Street, I remember whilst we were waiting to be served dinner thinking, what if The Touch was real? What if Emma had it too and was using it on me? She was my sister after all, maybe it was a family thing? Was this what it felt like? Or was I just tired after a long day and just seriously fazed with lust? The lust was certainly present; I just couldn't tear my eyes away from Emma; that tantalising dark swishing pony tail and those pert breasts with their hard nipples pressed against the soft fabric of her camisole.

At the restaurant Emma got in first and ordered for both of us, plaice fillet with salad and jacket baked potato wedges, and orange juice for her and for me a rare rump steak with mushrooms and French fries, accompanied by a bottle of a quite decent claret. Neither of us particularly wanted a pudding and so both settled for the cheese board, and Emma insisted on ordering me a vintage port.

"It's my thank you treat," she stated simply, "You enjoy wine and you love a good port...so enjoy! Besides," she added with a giggle, "I read somewhere that rare steak and red wine makes a man horny!"

I surely did not need any help in that department; just being in her company that evening was keeping me in an almost permanent state of arousal.

It was a really nice evening, we talked about everything and nothing, and at times I had totally forgotten that she was my sister, it was more like being on a date with a girl that you had known forever, but had not really noticed as a person before. I think in that hour we both learned a lot of silly little things about each other, intimate things that neither of us had previously shared.

We finished the meal off with luxurious creamy Irish coffees and then strolled back to her car which was parked in Market Street. The bottle of wine and the port had left me warm and mellow but I was far from being drunk; as we approached the car, arm in arm and giggling at some silly joke I had made about the amount I had had to drink that evening, Emma suddenly stopped and turned to face me, putting on a mock serious expression.

"Jamie Riley, if you are drunk again don't expect me to put you to bloody bed!" she scolded in mock disgust. "And don't even think about using my new outfit for target practice for shooting your disgusting load....." Her face split in a wide grin and she leaned up against me and kissed me lightly on the lips, "I have other plans for that particular skill tonight...!"

Before I could answer she had danced away and unlocked the Beetle and was struggling with the hood. "Come on..." she chuckled, "Give me a hand to put this top down, it is too hot tonight to sit inside....but don't use up too much of your strength." She teased.

Emma seemed to have a definite destination in mind although she would not disclose it to me, "Wait and see... it's somewhere very special." Was all she would say when I asked. We drove out to the south west of the city on the A354 until she turned off onto the Old Shaftsbury Grove lane then turned into a dirt track leading to a copse of trees. It was now dusk and starting to get dark but even so I recognised our destination.

"King Jamie's Castle!" I exclaimed. "Shit, I had almost forgotten about this place..."

Emma eased the car into the overgrown track where it entered the little wood and stopped. We were well concealed from anybody using the road although the likelihood of that was remote, it was a dead end lane leading nowhere except a meadow and was probably visited less than once a month by the farmer who owned it.

When we were kids Emma, the twins and I used to cycle out here during the summer holidays to play, it was always deserted and I never ever knew who owned the land or the copse. In the centre of the little wood was a ruined Saxon church, derelict since the early middle ages although probably once the heart of one of the thousands of 'lost' villages up and down England, victims of medieval strife, or plague or re-settlement.

We called the remains of the church 'King Jamie's Castle' although there was only the outline of the nave and the round tower about two feet high and covered in moss and ivy. The wood had been entitled 'The Deadly Forest' and in our childhood imaginations had been populated with dragons and hobgoblins and evil knights all ravenous to capture or devour the maidens of the castle, played dramatically by Emma and Lulu, whilst the gallant King Jamie and his Sword Maiden companion, Lady Luci, did battle to keep them at bay. It was our secret place that we had discovered by accident whilst exploring one summer and had never disclosed to any body nor invited any of our friends to play with us there.

Emma had raised the bonnet of the car and now pulled out a bundle which she tossed to me. It was one of those large expensive picnic blankets with a waterproof backing and plaid blanket top, wrapped around what appeared to be another tartan travel blanket. She banged down the bonnet and stood holding a couple of cushions and a small stuff bag. She obviously had this little excursion planned for some days.

"Come on King Jamie, this maiden is long overdue for ravishing," she chuckled, pushing her way through the light under growth and into the ruin, "I think it is time that this castle had a Royal boudoir."

We set up her blanket boudoir in the ruins of the tower, the ground was covered with a thick carpet of dry grass and weed which formed a perfectly comfortable mattress beneath the picnic blanket. The place seemed magical, we were both infused with the phantom spirits of our childhood brought to life by the return to our special place and I was totally enchanted by my sexy desirable sister.

It was a hot night with an almost perfect half moon and a clear sky fully of silver pinprick stars bathing our secret hollow in a silver glow, making the whole thing seem surreal and very erotic. The little glade around the ruins was perfumed with the scent of sun warmed pine and Saxefraga Bergenia, an evergreen woodland shrub with strongly scented white flowers which appeared as ghostly bells in the moonlight.

I stood and watched, totally fascinated, as she knelt on the make-shift bed smoothing out the blanket to her satisfaction and then spreading a dark coloured towel from the stuff bag across the centre, her jeans pulling tight around her perfect rounded buttocks and shapely thighs. She produced a couple of cans of Fanta from the bag and stood them carefully to one side in the grass.

When she had satisfied herself that everything was as she wanted she turned to kneel, sitting on her heels, facing me and beckoned me to join her. She had pulled away the ribbon and her hair was flowing in a loose dark cloud around her face and shoulders, the moonlight painting silver highlights through the tresses.

"Come on, Jay....." she said huskily, "You have teased me long enough... made me wait for this moment until I was ready to burst with wanting you to shag me.... Get down here on this blanket, right now!"

I was more than ready and willing but remained transfixed as she carefully tugged open the knot that held her shirt and sensuously slid shirt and camisole over her head and laid them lightly on the top of the empty stuff bag. Her skin seemed as white and smooth as sheer silk in the night light, her breasts small and round with dark rosette aureolas and firm erect nipples. As I watched she raised herself up onto her knees so that she was able to unzip her jeans and slide trousers and panties slowly down her thighs to her knees, and then rocked back and raised her feet, shaking them at me. I bent and pulled the jeans and panties away and laid them over her shirt beside the blanket as she laid back, giggling, totally naked and waiting for me.

My own clothes were dumped less neatly on the grass and I knelt down beside her, aware of her sparkling blue eyes flicking their gaze between my face and the rock hard erection which was standing to attention in her honour. She reached out one finger and tentatively, almost nervously drew the tip down my length from tip to root. My prick jerked at her touch but this time I did not rabbit and jiz bomb her.

Suddenly as if by some pre-arranged signal we both seemed to realise fully what we were about to do.... I was on the verge of fucking my sister and she was eager, willing and wanting me to fuck her... just for a second that wanting became apprehension and we shared a frozen moment in time, our eyes locked together each willing the other to make the first move.

"Emms..." I gasped, my breath catching in my throat, "You do want to do this....don't you? This is not just some game... it's for real this time...!"

"Oh God, Jay! Yes! Yes, I do!" she whispered urgently. "I've thought of nothing else since I reached puberty and discovered sex, it was always YOU that I wanted to fuck with, I wanted you to be first.... I used to get so irrationally angry with you because I thought that it could never be possible."

The memory of Kristen Olsen saying something very similar flashed through my mind. Poor sweet Kristen who Emma hated with a vengeance, maybe there was some mysterious female instinct behind that uncalled-for venom a primeval, sub-conscious recognition of a rival in the mating game.

She clasped her hands behind my neck and pulled me down until I was lying half over her. "Please make love to me Jay, now.... Make me a real woman.... Fuck me....Please!"

Any reservations that I may have retained went at that moment. I lowered my face, pressing my lips hard against hers. At first her mouth was firm and then her lips slipped apart our mouths open in a deep, breathtaking lust driven kiss, our tongues dancing and twisting; thrusting and probing in a fury of passion that went on for long minutes until we broke apart panting and gasping for breath. A few more seconds and I was sure that she would have drawn the very last breaths from my lungs in the violence of her lust.

I panted for breath and gazed at my sister's slim, shapely body laid out beside me. I desperately wanted to fuck her...to feel my quivering rigid shaft deep inside her, to make my sister my lover. Her moon silvered thighs were spread open and I could see the soft pink petals of her pussy lips, she had obviously started to shave her pubic hair since I had secretly watched her masturbating some time ago, that curly thatch of dark hair was no longer present her pussy was smooth and pink. I slid my hand gently and slowly from her throat down over her breasts, pausing for a few seconds on each to roll those small firm nipples between my fingers, which caused her to give a small gasp.

"Oh God, Jay.... That is nice.... My nipples feel so hard and hot..."

I leaned over and touched each in turn with the tip of my tongue. She was right, they were hard and hot and she moaned deeply in her throat as I took them each into my mouth and sucked hard until the tip of my tongue could feel the aureolas swelling and becoming rough with the tiny pimples of desire that my attentions were arousing.

Emma's whole body was starting to shudder gently with anticipation. "Please Jay.... Make me cum... I can't wait any longer... do something....pleeeease!"

I drew my hand down over her small, round, quivering belly to her parted thighs, caressing the sensitive inside flesh with the tips of my fingers and then drawing them up to her soft open pussy only to find that her own hand had already beaten me to it. Her hips were making little jerking motions as the tip of her finger fiercely rubbed at her engorged, deep pink clit, and she was panting, small sobs escaping from her lips as she twisted her head from side to side as if in torment. I lifted her hand and brought her fingers up to my mouth and gently sucked on them; her sex juices were pungently sweet and very erotic.