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A Brother's Memories Part 1
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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