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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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