I began to answer.
“Before you answer,” said Nicole, “know that life will be much, much harder as a single parent. If your experience is anything like mine, your marriage prospects would be much worse with Owen.”
“If something happens to you,” I said slowly and with as much conviction as I could, “I want to raise Owen as my son. I don’t care what it’d cost me. I love Owen with all my heart.” Time to put it out there. “And I love you with all my heart.”
Nicole raised her head to look at me. Had I screwed up? Had I gone too far? Fortunately, she didn’t look angry.
“And I love you,” she said softly.
She slowly moved her lips towards mine. I moved my head down until our lips touched. It was a brief touch, like both of us weren’t sure what the other would think about kissing. We both moved back and stared into each other’s eyes. There was a question looking in Nicole’s eyes like she was trying to assess how I felt.
I slowly moved back for another kiss, expecting her to get off the couch at any moment. Instead, she again met me. We did a full lip-on-lip kiss for a few seconds. We each pulled back a few inches, then we moved back together. We did a series of kisses, each one longer than the one before. I turned my head and opened my mouth. She slipped her tongue into my mouth. I moaned in delight. I couldn’t believe I was frenching my sister. I would have never considered doing this six months ago. For the last two months, it was all that I wanted.
I rotated so that I was facing Nicole with my right arm across her shoulders while she leaned back on the couch. We seemed to kiss forever, each kiss more vigorous than the last. I moved my left hand to under her nursing tank top and rubbed it across her muscular stomach. She pulled her tank top away from her body, which I took as a go ahead to slide it upward. I moved it until I cupped her right tit. She moaned as I weighed it in my hand. It was easily the largest tit I had ever touched. Nicole had a woman’s body and before all I had touched were girls.
Nicole ended the kiss and laid back against the couch. Was she having second thoughts?
“Brandon Lemke is Owen’s father.”
I almost laughed. That was the answer to the question I had been wondering about for almost a year but I forgotten that I had even asked it.
“Pastor Lemke’s kid?” Nicole nodded. He had been a year behind me in high school. He didn’t play football, so I didn’t know much about him. His dad was the senior pastor for the biggest Baptist church in our area.
Nicole reached up grabbed my right hand, lifted it over her head and pulled it down to her stomach.
“I’ll tell you all the details later. Right now, I have an itch I have been wanting you to scratch for a long time.”
She guided my hand under her sweat pants and into her panties. I had seen her top-half naked many times, but I had never seen her naked from the waist down. As I slipped my hand through her bush, I found it neatly trimmed. I slipped a finger between her cunt lips and I found her already wet. I got some of her wetness and moved back up to rub her clit.