I did. She answered right away. Had she been waiting for my call?
“Hey Jenna, what’s up?”
“Busy, Brad? How about coming over, I’ll make us some dinner.”
This was Wednesday, a weekday! We never saw each other during the week. What was going on?
“Okay, be right over.”
My sister greeted me in a short red dress and high heels! Boy! My imagination ran wild as I recalled how her hands had touched me only last night. She looked scrumptious, so absolutely feminine with her wavy black hair and dark eyes enhancing that delicious short-sleeved red dress. I saw she wore some make-up and I thought my sister looked good enough to eat.
“It’s great seeing you, Sis, you look marvelous. I was afraid we would not see each other for a while.”
“That’s exactly the point, Brad. I want us to remain close and I’m not going to let last night bother me. If you want to know, I guess what I did with you got me turned on more than I realized. I had to get myself off last night. I tried avoiding thinking of what we had done but I kept remembering stuff and imagining it was you doing it, as I touched myself. My climax was very strong so I’m blaming you for it!”
She giggled nervously as we sat down but I got up almost immediately and made martinis as I felt like celebrating after my sister’s intimate declaration. I was elated and hoped it didn’t show too much.
“Here’s to you, Sis. And to your talented hands.”
We laughed together at this. We clinked glasses and sipped our drinks slowly. Then I made another round and we sipped that, taking our time as we watched something about the world’s rain forests.
Jenna served some of her delicious lasagna and we washed it down with red wine. We finished with apple pie and coffee and moved to the couch. Jenna sat on my left, as usual, and close to me. Closer than normally, I thought. The TV was still on but the sound had been turned way down. Everything considered, it almost looked as if she was trying to seduce me. That made no sense after what she had said before I left her place last night and yet, there was today’s phone message to consider so, I was really in the dark as to the exact nature of Jenna’s intentions toward me. I could only hope she had come around to my way of handling our sexual needs but I could not be sure of anything, at this point.
Jenna shifted position as she sat on my left, close to me. She folded her right leg beneath herself and turned toward me, facing me kind of sideways. She put her right hand around my neck and leaned toward me, nuzzling her forehead against my left shoulder. She had on a new, light yet exotic perfume and this, too, surprised me. Was she coming on to me?
“Brad, I… uh… Are you clean? I want to do you again, thinking about doing this with you I… uh… well, I’m turned on and, uh… I like the feeling I get down there, all right? Okay, I said it. I don’t know where it would lead, maybe nowhere given what I feel about incest, and I still think brothers and sisters having sex is just… weird, you know? I’m having a hard time thinking it could become that between us, after all our years as family, and all. Anyway, here’s what I was thinking, uh, that I could get you off, and after that… just how can I say this, if I became horny, like, I thought you could, maybe, feel me up, my tits, you know, maybe even finger me there, below? That would sort of make us even! It doesn’t make sense, I know, thinking this, and I just don’t know whether to laugh or cry.”