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Click hereāNice pad Sisā¦very nice, and quite a feminine feel to itā¦ā
It was six months after E.ās visit home. I was in Auckland at her invitation to go and stay for a few days in her flat after going to the Mystery Creek Agricultural Show, near Hamilton. There had been no repeat of our intimacy in the rest of her stay in the country. Although she did cause our mother to purse her lips in disapproval one evening by throwing her arms around me and giving me a big hug before I left the big house for my cottage for the night.
āIn case you hadnāt noticed, sweet brother, I am a girlā¦ā
āAh! Is that why your voice is higher than mine isā¦!ā
āDork! Here, this is where youāll sleepā¦ā
The room was small and plainly decorated with most of the floor space taken up by a single bed. One wall was a built-in wardrobe with full-length mirror doors.
E. saw me looking, āMy room is on the other side of thereā¦ā
I thought that that was good. At least there would be some sound insulation if she and Justin decided to do some āswinging off the chandeliersā during the night.
She took hold of my hand, āCome onā¦Iāll show you around the rest of the flat.ā
There wasnāt a lot to see. Her room, about two-and-a-half times the size of mine, dominated by a double bed with a large incongruously pink teddy bear resting its head on a pillow; another mirror-doored clothes closet; tidy; no scattered clothes; womanly scents. The bathroom small, functional, just a shower and hand basin with the toilet hidden behind a sliding door. Open plan kitchen-dining-living room. You have to love the person you are sharing the working area with, because there isnāt a lot of it. The dining and living room furniture expensively modern, but soft edged and comfortable. Flat screen TV on one wall. Small laundry, washer and drier. The postage-stamp patio, with gas BBQ in one corner, faces north over the Mt Eden suburbs to the Waitakeres.
It was my sisterās space and she showed her pride in it.
āUmmmm, am I allowed to observeā¦?ā
āYeah, itās tinyā¦not like the farmhouse at homeā¦ā
āNo, not thatā¦I like itā¦I see only one toothbrushā¦no razor, dirty socks or underpantsā¦ā
āWe broke up four months agoā¦had a terrible row about implants and had been fencing with each other over a couple of other things for some time. Another thing, it offended his macho self-image that I am the owner here. He wanted me to sell up and put the money into a joint property with him, but I said āNo way!āā
āAhhhā¦any regrets?ā
āI cried myself to sleep for a week and then decided it was time to stop playing the maudlin teenagerā¦ā
āGot a replacement in view?ā
āSomeone does occupy my thoughts, but he is not freeā¦ā
āTut, tut! Married man, eh?ā
āHopelesslyā¦look, what do you want to do this evening? How about we go down to the village and get some steaks and a bottle of Cabernet? You can do the caveman thing and burn the meat while I make some salad.ā
āSounds great to meā¦ā
The ābottle of Cabernetā ended up an Auckland-priced Martinborough Vineyards Pinot Noir, which was delicious, as were the steaks. The salads werenāt bad either, although my sister insisted that the comparative excellence of the meat and the salads was the other way around. We finished the wine sitting companionably on the settee listening to a Cassandra Wilson CD played on the Bose Lifestyle hi-fi system that was so small I hadnāt noticed it in my earlier tour. Somehow we ended up with her laid out with her head in my lap and me stroking her hair.
You donāt know how hearts burn for love that cannot live yet never dies until you reached each dawn with sleepless nights you don't know what love is.
āWhy donāt you come home, kiddo?ā I asked. āWe sure would love to see you more.ā
āSame answer as Justin gotā¦no way! This is my world, my lifeā¦ā
She sat up abruptly, āYou donāt realise just how good I am at what I do, my brotherā¦just because I drive my own Honda Civic and live in a pokey little place like this! Iām not just a grunt; I run the QA Department, here and in Australia! I earn six figures starting with a 2, which is over four times what you get paid, even if you are General Manager. And I am part of the top management teamā¦ā
āOk, ok! I get the picture!ā I kissed her forehead, āNo wonder Justin felt intimidatedā¦ā
E. thumped her head down in my lap again, only just missing out on damaging me for life, āHe wasnāt intimidated, he wanted to be the typical Polynesian male and take charge of the spoils!ā
āAha! The picture gets clearerā¦anyway, this flat isnāt pokeyā¦I like it, I feel comfortable hereā¦ā
āThen youāll have to come and see me more oftenā¦ā She yawned, āIāll give you a job as General Manager Hair-strokingā¦ā
āI accept with gratitudeā¦ā
āSo you shouldā¦ā
She fell asleep, but woke again the instant the CD finished, āCāmon, mister, bedtime! You farmers think you start early, but I have to be at work by 6.00am to take calls from Europe and The Statesā¦ā
āShootā¦!ā
āThe price of power, my loveā¦oh, if you hear the telephone during the night, itās more of the sameā¦some of the idiots over there canāt tell the timeā¦ā
Outside my bedroom door, she put her arms around me and snuggled up close, āIām so glad you came,ā she murmured into my chest.
She felt so good tucked in there! āNot half as glad as I am,ā I told her, kissing the top of her head.
āSee you in the morning, broā¦ā She hugged up closer, almost as if she was trying to climb inside me.
āSleep tight, sisā¦ā
Wordlessly, she banged her head gently on my chest, then disengaged herself and headed for her room.
About ten minutes later, E. opened my bedroom door without knocking. She was wearing silk pyjamas that clung to every curve and line of her body. Her diminutive breasts made hard points in the fine fabric.
āIām finished with the bathroomā¦Cooooer, nice package!ā she exclaimed when she saw me stood there clad in my Underdaks and nothing else.
āNot so dusty yerselfā¦ā I murmured, looking her up and down with equal appreciation.
āI also came to tell you that youāre on tea duty in the ayemā¦and just one toast pleaseā¦ā
She didnāt seem to be able to tear her eyes away from my lower body and the stirring, swelling bulge in my underpants.
āSlice of lemon and no sugarā¦?ā
āHuhā¦? Oh yes, thatās rightā¦thereās Olivioā¦olive oil spread in the āfridgeā for the toastā¦ā
Time seemed to stretch. I ached to take her in my arms again. Then her mobile shrilled āThe Ride of the Valkyriesā and the moment was gone.
āSee what I mean,ā she said wryly.
When I came out of the bathroom and returned to my room, E. was still sat at the dining table, talking technical gibberish and scribbling on a large notepad. It was a further twenty minutes before I heard her close her bedroom door.
There were two more calls before I rose at 5 oāclock, pretty much my normal time, and made Her Ladyship a mug of tea and one toast as ordered. Tousle-haired and sleepy-eyed, E. tossed the edge of her duvet to one side and stretched luxuriously. The top and bottoms of her pyjamas had parted company in the night and now she was making the situation worse, confronting me with an expanse of bare flesh that started just below her breasts and ended just above her pubic hair. My hand shook as I put the mug down on her bedside cabinet, spilling some of the tea on the carpet.
āDo you always sleep in just your underpants?ā she asked, interestedly eyeing the growing prominence inside my underwear.
āOnly when I sleep aloneā¦ā
āHmmmmā¦I think we shall have to make you into a eunuch. I canāt have the servants coming in here in the mornings and getting me all flusteredā¦ā
āNot to mention the servants getting all flustered as well. But, to quote a near and dear relative of mineā¦āno way!ā I like me just as I am.ā
I sat on the end of E.ās bed as far away from her as possible. If I hadnāt have done, my man would have poked his head up over the waistband of my Underdaks and said āGood morningā to her.
She sat up, resting her back against the padded headboard and, thankfully, covering some of her nudity. āWhat do you want to do this evening?ā she asked, nibbling at the corner of her toast.
āIām a visitor to your cityā¦I have no idea what is onā¦ā
āWeeeell, there is a lot more happening here than there is in Palmy! I tell you what though, there is a Hugh Grant movie on that I donāt want to miss. Itās due to finish its run any day nowā¦ā
āYouāre a fanā¦?ā
āHis diffident charm reminds me of a certain brother of mine when he sets out to be super nice to someoneā¦ā
āAnd heās got a Guid Scawttish nameā¦ā
āThat as wellā¦how about it?ā
āYep!ā
āItās on at the Berkley over in Mission Bay, can you find your way?ā
āIāll manageā¦ā
āRightā¦about sevenā¦and weāll have a meal afterwards, thereās lots of good restaurants nearbyā¦ā
āOkā¦ā
āNow, get out of here and let a lady get ready for workā¦and thanks for the teaā¦Iāll keep you onā¦ā
āMadam is too kindā¦ā
We were lucky to get in; the cinema was packed out. The only seats we could score were up against the wall on the right hand side, halfway down the auditorium. My sister took the seat next to the wall. It wasnāt a bad movie. Hugh Grant did a reasonable impression of Hugh Grant, and there were laughs and love scenes - the usual stuff. About half way through I put my arm along the back of E.ās seat and stroked her bare arm with the tips of my fingers. She had changed out of her āpower dressingā management gear before leaving work and was wearing a loose, sleeveless cotton shirt over a microscopic mini that caused a few wrenched male necks as we walked along the sidewalk to the movie house entrance. My sister has fabulous long legs!
She lifted her hand to scratch her head and my fingers slipped under her arm to encounter the soft warm skin below her armpit. The loose shirt was very loose. E. jumped a little when my fingers first found her; then she settled down again, not attempting to get me to shift my hand.
I stroked her gently. For me, Hugh Grant and his antics disappeared into mere background noise. My entire being became focussed on the feel of Her. My fingertips found the side of her breast. She was not wearing a bra. Her breasts are so small she can easily get away with not wearing support, and usually does so, only wearing bras, custom made ones because of her lack of inches, to maintain managerial decorum at work. And to placate our straight-laced mother at home! E. shivered and I sensed the goosebumps rising on her arms.
I cupped the underside of her breast in my fingers. She moaned softly under her breath. It was like holding a fledgling baby bird. I could feel E.ās heart fluttering in her chest. I clasped her bullet-hard nipple between my index and middle fingers and tweaked it lightly.
My sister was not exaggerating when she told me back at the farm that touching her breasts in the right way made her āgo off like a firecrackerā. She barely suppressed the strangled wail that burst from within her and our whole row of seats shook with the force of her orgasm. She also kicked the back of the seat in front of her violently, causing much stirring and muttering from all around us.
āShhhhhhā¦!ā The middle-aged woman sitting next to me turned and glared at us malevolently.
āI leaned my head towards her and whispered, āSorry! My sister forgot to take her pillā¦ā
āWhat do you mean?ā she whispered back.
āShe gets very anxious in crowded places, which sometimes brings on a minor epileptic fit. She has pills to stop it happening, but she forgot. Sheāll be Ok now though, she only has one episode usuallyā¦ā
āIs that why you have your arm around her?ā
āTo make her feel more secure, yesā¦and to stop her hurting herself.ā
āPoor girlā¦such a lovely looking one too. Sheās lucky to have a brother like you to look after herā¦ā
āThank youā¦ā
I released my grip on E.ās nipple, causing her to āgo offā again and making a āone episodeā liar out of me. But this time the ācauseā was rapidly relayed in whispers, along our row at least.
At the end of the film, we all stood as the lights went up and the credits started rolling. The ādragonā next to me, now turned into a kindly, twinkle-eyed woman, took E.ās hand and patted it in a motherly way, āNow, donāt you forget your medicine next time, young ladyā¦ā
āWhat was all that about?ā my sister asked when the woman had turned and walked away.
āI told her that you are a nutter who canāt stand crowds and has epileptic fitsā¦ā
āBastard!ā she hissed, short-arm jabbing me in the gut with her fist and knocking the wind out of me. āIāll get you back for that!ā
āCan I buy you dinner instead?ā I gasped in my best, charming, Hugh Grant manner.
āVery well thenā¦but be warned, orgasms give me an appetite!ā
E. wasnāt joking! At a restaurant called Portofino, I watched in bemused amazement while she shovelled down two entrees, a gigantic main course with vegetables, and a salad on the side. Following that, she dragged me a short way along the street to āDeath By Chocolateā and consumed a mountainous dessert. Afterwards, she kissed me softly on the cheek and thanked meā¦āfor everythingā.
āCome on,ā she grabbed hold of my hand after I settled the bill, āitās too early to go home yet, letās walk!ā
I looked at my watch. It was after 11.30, on a weeknight too, but the whole of Mission Bay was humming. āYouāll be like death at 5.00am!ā I thought to myself, but shrugged mentally and said nothing. E. was happy, perhaps happier than she had been for months, and I wasnāt about to be a Jeremiah.
To the two and a half million Kiwis who donāt live in Auckland, it is a prick of a place. Overcrowded and gobbling up good farming land at a frightening speed with its maniacal expansion; crime-ridden; polluted and with nightmare traffic, Auckland is universally despised, and grudgingly envied for its wealth and power. But on a balmy late autumn night, clasping his sister by the hand as we strolled along, this āOther New Zealanderā thought the place was pure magic!
We made our way towards Kohimarama and St Heliers Bay, not saying much, just enjoying each other, the sound of the sea and the twinkling North Shore lights from across the harbour. Just after we passed the Tamaki Yacht Club at Kohi, E. took it into her head to revert to childhood behaviours and walk along the top of the metre-high wall that separates the sidewalk from the sea. No problem! Although the surface is very uneven, she only tripped in the dark and nearly fell into the waves four times in all. I just walked alongside her, mentally apologising to all the other strollers for the mental retard I was with.
āWould you come after me if I fell in?ā
āIn your dreams!ā
āBut, youāre happy to have me up here so that you can look up my skirt at my knickers!ā
āI am not!ā
āOh yes you are! Iāve seen you hunching down so that you can see!ā
āBullsdust! Iām not even interested!ā This was an out-and-out lie. No red-blooded male could possibly be uninterested in those gorgeous legs just inches from his shoulder, and what lay hidden between them at their apex.
āOh yes you areā¦!ā She tripped and almost went over the edge for the fourth time. This time I did get a flash of white covered backside as she wavered on one leg, trying to regain her balance. I caught her wrist and steadied her.
āOk, you win, kiddo, I confessā¦I have been trying to look up your skirt for ages! But dammit to hell, either youāre not tall enough or I am not short enough, and I havenāt been able to see a thingā¦ā
āOhhh! Poor Richie! How about this?ā
E.ās white panties picked out in the headlights of passing cars as she faced me and raised her skirt up high drew forth a chorus of tooting car horns. Plus a sudden screech of brakes as the driver of a Ford Escort slowed too quickly and almost had a Nissan FWD climb up his tailpipe. I simply stared at her, dumbstruck by this crazy woman. Then just for good measure, she spun around, bent over and flipped her skirt up at the back. More traffic chaos ensued, which galvanised me into action, grabbing her around the waist and bringing her down to ground level before she caused a serious accident. Laughing like a loon, E. spun in my grasp, threw her arms around my neck and planted a huge kiss on my mouth.
Before I knew it, I was responding, The whole of Auckland disappeared. Rangitoto, the sleeping young volcano out in the harbour that will one day explode and wipe half the city off the map, could have done its thing there and then, and we wouldnāt have noticed. Donāt ask me how long that kiss lasted; I have no idea. All I remember clearly is that when we finally broke apart, E. gazed into my face earnestly and murmured, āIāve taken time off for the rest of your stay. I want to go home now.ā
We were in two cars. Of course, E. knew the way off by heart and drove like a maniac because she was in a hurry. Of course I got caught by a set of traffic signals and lost sight of her. Of course I took a wrong turning and ended up most of the way to the airport before I realised my mistake. And of course, after a further confusing series of wrong turns, nearly an hour later when I let myself into the flat with the key she had given me, the whole place was in darkness. Quietly, so as not to disturb her, I went to the bathroom to take a leak and clean my teeth, and then crept to my room.
I was just about to climb into bed when she opened the door behind me. She had on her silk pyjama top, which covered her down below her hips and underneath that, just her panties. She was simply breathtaking! My manhood swelled erect in my underpants, seeking her.
āI was wondering if youād headed off to K-Roadā¦ā
āYou lost me and then I lost me even moreā¦ā
She came up close to me. I took hold of the silk material just above the top button and rubbed it between my finger and thumb while we searched each otherās eyes for decisions. I could feel the glow of her body on my knuckles.
āI wish you werenāt so married to those damned farms,ā she sighed. Then my sister took hold of my wrist and led me to her room.
āUndress me Richieā¦ā
Propped up on one elbow beside her, I watched my fingers undo the buttons on her pyjama top. I finally parted the material and revealed her perfect little breasts.
āYou really like them, donāt youā¦I can see it in your faceā¦ā
āThey are beautiful!ā I breathed. āYou are beautiful!ā
E.ās breasts really are, diminutive, rounded, tip-tilted perfection. Any pubescent young teenager would be inordinately proud of them. My sisterās breasts just have not developed much beyond that stage.
āMay I kiss them?ā
āPleaseā¦but be very careful, you know how sensitive I amā¦I love it, but I donāt want it to happen like that again tonight.ā
Although I was extra careful, E. came so close so quickly, she had to push me away. But before she did, her nipples swelled like ripe plums in my mouth.
āGo down on me, Richieā¦pleaseā¦you were so wonderful last timeā¦ā
By the time I had kissed my way down past her navel to her pubic tuft, my sister already had her panties halfway down her legs. I helped her take them right off, then plunged between her spread thighs; drinking her juices; revelling in her musk; teasing her clitoris with my tongue and exploring every millimetre of her, even into the sharp-tasting crack of her buttocks. Writhing fingers grasped and tangled in the undersheet. Soft pleasure sighs, sharp intakes of breath and liquid noises were the only sounds to break the nighttime silence. Seven times, taut as a violin string, she stopped me when she was right on the edge and seven times I aroused her again. The last time, she almost lost it, but pulled me away just in time.
āRichie,ā she gasped, ādo you think we could possibly make believeā¦?ā
In our hearts, I took my sisterās virginity and she wept tears of joy. It was my āfirst timeā as well, just as it would have been years before. And we climaxed togetherā¦utterly lost in each otherā¦better late than never.