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Date: Mon, 05 Dec 2005 07:03:51 +0000
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A Brother's Memories Part 1 by RichandSis Thanks to gypsy@endor.com for her
assistance in editing our story. Chapter One: I can be really stupid, but
sometimes, it's worth it OK! I know it was a mistake. I should have turned my
computer off when I left the house. But I was only going to the market for a
moment. Nobody else was at my apartment so I just left the computer on and took
off. When I got back home my sister, Monica, was sitting there on the couch. Her
face was a little flushed and she was looking at me strangely. I put my stuff
away, went to the kitchen, and made us some coffee. When it was done, I got us
both coffee and we sat and chatted for a while. She was still looking at me kind
of strangely. I started to ask her what was the matter but just about then she
said she had to leave. After she was gone, I went back to my computer to
continue my work. As I had suspected, my computer had gone into screen-saver
mode while I had been gone. I hit the space bar, picked up my coffee, and was
taking a drink when I turned back to the screen. All I could do was stare at the
words on the screen and say "AH SHIT." My hand was trembling and I had to sit
down or else fall down. I looked at the door hoping it would open and I would be
able to find the words to explain. I looked back at the screen and there at the
bottom of the page, I had been working on was just two words. I knew I had not
written them, and that left only one person who could have done so, my sister.
As I stared at what was written, I knew that my life was never going to be the
same again. At the bottom of the last page of the document I had been working on
was written the words 'YOU REMEMBERED!' I am 51 years old and I live in
California near my divorced sister, Monica, and her children, Lisa 20 and Scott
19. I have lived alone for the past 11 years. I am very overweight now, but I
used to be in fairly good shape, especially when I left the Army and came back
here. I have become a real hermit in the past decade. I don't have any real,
what you would call friends that I hang out with. I have wonderful neighbors and
the people I work with are the best but no one to just hang out with except my
older sister. I have been married twice and engaged to a third for 5 years. I
have never been what you would call a stud, but I had always thought that I was
a good lover. My penis is smaller than average and very sensitive I always tend
to cum quickly in my lovemaking. I am also a diabetic and must take insulin
shots twice every day. This has affected my ability to get and sustain an
erection. With all these things, combined with the fear of AIDS and other sexual
diseases, it has been almost twelve years since I have had sex with anyone.
Having lived a good number of my adult years in far away places, I have had some
interesting experiences (both sexual and non) in my travels and have been trying
to put them to paper for several months. Why, I don't know except that, I love
to read my stories and even though an erection is rare, the excitement is
intense. These stories were what I had been working on before that fateful trip
to the market. Having Monica find out about my stories and reading what I had
written was bad enough but, I had been in the process of writing about when we d
had had our first sexual encounter, together! And now my dear sister knew that I
was a fat old pervert. I was scared, worried, and even excited thinking about
what she must be thinking of her little brother. Her words had pointed to the
fact that she remembered, also. But did she remember, with the same delight and
desires as I did? Or did she see it as a dark and dirty thing that was best
forgotten? I turned off the computer and lights and sat in my chair, trying to
decide what to do. I had the phone in my lap, and several times I tried to call
her and explain, but I couldn't make the call. I awoke before dawn with the
certain premonition that I was never going to forget this day either. I finally
decided that what was done was done and there was not a damn thing I could do
about it. I got my fat ass up, took my shower, and went off to work. I was
determined to take my medicine and be a man about it. Every time the phone rang
I expected it to be Monica calling to tell me what a sick bastard I was. I don't
know how, but I made it through the day. The first thing I did when I got home
was to check my answering machine to see if I had any messages. There were none
from Monica and I took this as a sign that I might just survive the day. I had
been sweating all day, and smelled like a gym locker and was sticky enough to be
a human post-it note. I decided that I really needed a shower, and that if
Monica called while I was in there, I would just have to call her back. I put on
a CD, kicked-off my clothes, and headed for the shower. After a long scrub and
soak I got out and grabbed a towel and started to dry off when I heard Monica
calling from the kitchen, "Hey Little brother, may I get you a cup of coffee?" I
was totally stunned to say the least. My sister hardly ever comes over without
calling first, and has never even came in to my apartment when I was in the
shower. If she hears the water running she will just wait outside for me to
finish. "Sure sis, just give me a minute to get dressed." I hollered back. I had
just pulled on a pair of shorts when she stepped around the corner with my
coffee. She was dressed like she had just come from work in a pink silk blouse
with a modest skirt and heels. The top two buttons were undone and I could see
her warm soft breasts. I felt a stirring in my loins that was a pleasant
surprise. But, as pleasant it may have been, the last thing I needed was for
Monica to notice I had a hard on. I was trying to concentrate on anything except
for how sexy my sister looked and how much I wanted her. I followed her into the
living room with our coffee, watching the sexy way she moved, and trying not to
get a hard on. Instead of sitting where she normally does, off to my side on the
couch, Monica sat directly across from my easy chair, where I usually sit. As
Monica bent over to set her coffee down on the table, I stole a glance, and saw
that she was not wearing a bra. Her blouse sagged open and I could see the twin
mounds of her full breasts. I had to quickly sit down before the tent, my cock
was making, in my shorts was too visible. As Monica sat down and crossed her
legs there was just the briefest flash of her upper thigh. "Well, are we still
on for Vegas this weekend?" Monica asked. "Sure, why not?" I had forgotten all
about the trip. Several times a year I take her, and the kids, to Vegas for a
getaway weekend. We always have a good time, and there has never been any hanky-
panky, even when it was just the two of us. Monica said, "Lisa has to work late
on Friday night so we will have to wait until Saturday morning to leave, if that
is ok with you?" "I hate to lose a whole day but I guess it's ok" "Or we could
let the kids just come up Saturday morning, then we could go ahead and leave on
Friday night, if that's ok with you?" The possibilities flashed through my mind.
We would have a whole night and morning to be alone together if we went in two
cars. Enthusiastically I replied, "That sounds ok. Will they be ok alone Friday
night?" "Rich, they are both responsible adults. They would have moved out
already except they are afraid they would have to cook their own meals. So I
will pick you up after work on Friday and we can get an early start." Several
times while we were talking she had crossed and re-crossed her legs, each time
giving me a better view of her creamy thighs, as her skirt rode higher up her
thighs. There was no way to stop my dick from getting as hard as my mind
remembered a time, long ago, when I had buried my face between them. Monica
crossed her legs again and I was treated to a view of her lace panties and
garter belt, she was not wearing pantyhose tonight. Monica leaned forward, got
her cup, and said, "Could you get me another cup of coffee please?" I had no
choice but to stand up and get her cup, with the entire front of my shorts
standing out like a tent. I knew she saw it, and when she didn't explode in my
face, I took it as another sign that I might survive. I took her cup and got her
coffee, taking time in the kitchen to rearrange my equipment so it was not so
damn visible. When I got back I noticed that another button was undone and as I
sat the cup down I noticed that her big brown nipples were hard and poking
through the thin material of her blouse. I turned quickly and went back to my
chair. We talked about other details and then she got up to leave. As she got to
the door she turned and said, "Oh, Rich, I just finished my last book and won't
have time to go to the bookstore, could you bring something for me to read?"
"What would you like," I asked in a trembling voice. "I don't know, just
something you think I will enjoy," Monica said with a smile, as she turned and
left. After she was gone and I was left there with a raging hard on that
desperately needed my attention. I closed the door and did the only thing I
could do, I dropped my shorts, grabbed my cock, and jerked off so hard I almost
tore it off. After a long night, and a very long day at work I rushed home to
move my 'Reading Material' to my laptop and pack my bag. About dusk she drove up
and beeped the horn. The trunk was open when I got downstairs, to the car, so I
tossed my bag in the back and put the laptop on the back seat, jumped in the
passenger seat, and away we went. Monica had on another silky blouse, a red one
this time and a dark burgundy skirt, hose and open toed sandals. Normally she
wears jeans and a sweatshirt for the drive so I asked her, "Why didn't you
change after work? I mean, you look great but won't you be uncomfortable?" "I
didn't have time to change if we were going to beat traffic." Monica told me,
"If I get uncomfortable I can always change when we stop later for dinner." "You
could have changed at my place." "Don't worry, if I need to I'll stop and
change." It was a warm evening and we had the windows open as we headed up to
the pass to the high desert. As we drove the wind was blowing her silk blouse
against her breasts, no bra again tonight and her nipples were sticking out like
bullets. I was enjoying just sitting there and watching her as she drove north
along the highway. As I sat there I thought that it was amazing that my ex-brother-in-
law would leave this beautiful, sexy woman for an overweight aging Marilyn
Monroe impersonator. As we drove on, the sun setting behind us, I noticed that
the skirt she was wearing was the wrap-around kind. I have always loved women in
that style of skirt. I find them much more exciting than even a tiny little mini-
skirt. As she had been driving for a while, the wind had parted her skirt enough
for me to see her legs, almost up to her panties. I knew that she was teasing
me, and I loved it. I was determined to wait till she made the first real move.
But did I ever want to run my hands up and down her sexy legs. Several times I
had to shift my position to keep my dick in a comfortable position. She must
have been getting too hot because she had turned the air conditioning on and had
aimed the vent right between her legs. She was talking about work and I was
having a hard time concentrating on what she was saying, all I wanted was to lay
my hand on he leg and tell her how sexy I thought she was. But since she was
driving I didn't want to startle her and have an accident, even though I was
about to have one in my pants. After a few more miles, I decided that it was
about time to give her a little payback. "Sis, could you please take the next
exit? I said in an urgent tone, "I am not going to be able to wait till we stop
for dinner to go to the bathroom." "Well, if you insist, I guess I can stop,"
Monica said with a grin. "Thanks sis, I really do appreciate it." She took the
next exit and pulled over to the side of the road alongside some bushes. I got
out of the car and stood a little to the rear of the car, un-zipped and forced
myself to take a piss, not easy with a hard-on. I was turned mostly away from
the car but I knew that if she looked in her side mirror she would be able to
check me out. As I had hoped, when I glanced in that direction, she was staring
at my cock in her mirror. I pretended not to notice and calmly shook the last
drop off with a quick jerk and slowly put my cock away. As I got back in the car
I was able to see that her panties were red silk with lace trim just like her
blouse. A little later, when we stopped for dinner, she said that now she had to
go and rushed off to the bathroom while I got a table. She was in there for a
long time and looked very flushed when she joined me. We just had a small salad
and coffee, because we always went out for dinner after we got settled in our
hotel room in Vegas. As we headed back to the car, Monica asked me to drive the
next leg so she could rest her eyes. I got back on the freeway and tried to
concentrate on my driving. She had undone that third button on her blouse again
and I could see glimpses of hard nipples every time we passed a car or truck.
She reached into her purse for a cigarette and I saw what looked like a pair of
red panties in it. As I drove along she spread her legs and the wind lifted and
parted her skirt again. She had let the back of her seat down and was resting,
her legs were slightly parted, and I found myself having to restrain my hand
from reaching for her again. We were about an hour out from Las Vegas when
Monica sat up and asked," Is there anything on your laptop I can read?" I said,
"Sure, I keep lots of stuff on it so I always have something to read." I felt a
real twitch of anticipation along the length of my cock as she twisted around to
get my laptop from the back seat. As my sister stretched to reach the laptop,
behind her seat, one of her breasts slipped out of the partially unbuttoned
blouse. I could see it plainly as she was practically turned sideways in the
seat. It took every bit of will power I possessed to keep my hands on the wheel.
I wanted to feel the weight of her breast in my hand, and to roll that hard
nipple between my fingers. As she fumbled with the laptop it fell on the floor
behind her seat. I said, "Let me get it for you." As I reached my arm between
the seats, trying to get the laptop, I rubbed her nipple along the entire length
of it. She pushed it into my upper arm as I fumbled for the laptop. It felt like
a hot bullet was pressing against me. I really was trying to help but all I
succeeded in doing was pushing the computer further under her seat. Here I was
in a real dilemma, I had reached so far back my head, and mouth, were almost
touching her bare breast. Do I turn my head and kiss her beautiful breast, or
get the laptop and let her get more excited reading my stories? Monica decided
for me as she said, "I'll get it." She twisted around in her seat and reached
over the back for the computer, and the wind lifted her skirt completely up and
gave me a perfect view of her sexy rear end. I quickly adjusted my mirror for a
better view, and was treated with to the most excellent view of her shaved
pussy. Her pussy lips were all puffy and red, shiny with excitement, and I knew
she must have masturbated at the restaurant. By the time Monica had turned
around, I had readjusted my mirror and was paying attention to the road. I was
really enjoying the game we both were playing, it was very exciting to almost
bring it out in the open (our desires) and then put on another face. She turned
on the computer and searched for something to read in the normal document
folders. She said the nothing really sounded good and wasn't there any place
else she should look. I gave her the name of the hidden folder where I kept my
stories and grinned when she said that there were so many things there to read
that she was sure that she would find something to her liking. Traffic was
getting heavy as we passed the Nevada State Line and I had to pay attention to
my driving and let her find her own stories to read. I stole a glance as we
passed under a light and saw that she had her right breast out of her blouse
again and was pinching her nipple as she read my/our story. She was so engrossed
that I don't think that she even knew I was watching, or maybe she did and that
was why she was doing it. I knew that this would be a night to remember. Chapter
Two: Who cares who we are? This is Las Vegas As we pulled into Vegas she
straightened her clothes and buttoned up her blouse a little. Turned off the
laptop and told me that I really had some interesting material on it. I laughed
and pulled into the hotel and parked. Since the kids were coming in the morning
I had rented a two-bedroom suite for the four of us. One bedroom was for the
Monica and Lisa, and the other for Scott and I. Both bedrooms had their own
bathrooms and, there was a common sitting room and a little kitchenette as well.
As we unpacked and put our things away I noticed that she had kept the laptop in
her room. I chose the bed with the best view into her room and stretched out
while she freshened up. We always hit the casinos for a few hours when we first
get in town to test our luck. I was so horny that I didn't want to even open the
door. I assumed that Monica was changing into some safer clothes when she called
me into her room to ask where we were eating. She was in the bathroom with the
door open a crack so I could hear her. I looked up and could see her reflection
in the mirror. She was standing at the sink. Her blouse and skirt off and was
freshening her makeup and doing her hair. What a sight she was, standing there
with her beautiful breasts standing proud with rock hard nipples. She still
wasn't wearing any panties and I could see her shaved pussy all puffed and
glistening and she was wearing stockings and a garter belt again. I wonder how
she knows that I like that. As we talked, and I checked her out, she never made
eye contact with me in the mirror but I knew that she knew what a show she was
giving. She gave her pussy a squirt of perfume and pinched the lips and slipped
into her skirt. Then she gave her nipples a pinch as she put her blouse back on,
leaving the extra buttons undone again. As she turned to leave the bathroom I
turned my head and looked out the window so she wouldn't be embarrassed. Down to
the casino we went, stopping for chips and change along the way. We found a
couple of slots that looked promising and sat to play a while. We won some and
lost some but every time she won she would hug me and grab my hand and hold it
tight. We had a real nice dinner and shared a bottle of nice wine. We usually go
see the major production shows on Friday night, when the crowds are smaller.
This time she asked if we could skip the show and just call it a night. I agreed
and we left the restaurant and headed to our room. When we got there I asked if
she would like some more wine, she said yes and I ordered a bottle from room
service. After it was delivered, I put the 'do not disturb' sign on the door and
went to open the wine. As I was getting the wine ready, Monica went to her room
and returned with her small suitcase, handed it to me. She said, "Take this to
your room, and follow the instructions inside, and don't come out until I call
you." I handed her a glass of wine and being the good little brother, that I am,
I did what I was told. She went back to her room and closed the door. In the
suitcase were a pair of cutoff shorts, like I wore one hot summer long ago,
along with a white t-shirt, socks and a pair of sneakers. In the bottom of the
suitcase was a vintage sex magazine. The instructions were to take a shower, put
the clothes on, and wait till she called me. I was also supposed to look through
the magazine and pick out my favorite picture. It wasn't hard to do since the
centerfold was a great 69 shot. I heard her shower going while I got dressed and
waited for her to call. I had a good idea of how she would be dressed,
considering my outfit, but was totally blown away when she did call me.
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