Girlfriend ( Closed for susurrus )

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As Kay talked, her voice got more distressed as she recollected events in her life but further remembered how unfulfilling they were, how lonely.

It felt natural to slip my arm behind her, and when she leaned in to me, I pulled her up close.

Looking down into the dark water before us, I said distantly:

"I think I've been hurting now for upward of twenty years."

I then turned as much as I could toward my sister. "It might sound corny, but I don't think I've felt so happy and satisfied since before Mom and Dad's divorce."

 

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As he wrapped his arm around my shoulders and pulled me in. I had never felt so safe and secure. It was soothing, and I tilted my head to lean it to his shoulder for a moment while he spoke.

As he spoke, once he spoke. "Me too.. on both." I couldn't help but agree with him.

"Corny is going. I love you." I did love him! Sisterly, but in the moment it felt so much more than that. So so much more.

"Never wanted to be corny, but I do love you." A lift of a hand to touch his cheek there.

"I've needed this. You. God how I wished on all those nights. I could just curl up with you and talk... talk about all the bullshit happening... about all the hard moments..." I sighed softly. "If we weren't here, on this damn bench, I'd just be closer.."

 

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I couldn't help but laugh.

"Funny, isn't it? All this talk of how we missed one another, how we've literally ached over it, all these emotions and angst, and this is the first either of us has thought to say: I love you. I vaguely remember some of the screaming fights we had when we were kids, but none of that matters.

"Good god, Kay, I love you. I'd have loved you had I been there to see you grow into the woman you've become, but it apparently is true: absence does make the heart fonder, because I think I love you well beyond anything I'd have felt had we not been separated."

Then, in the midst of another heartfelt, emotional speech, I yawned. Couldn't help it.

Chuckling, I said, "I think all this emotional expenditure has taken its toll. Let's go get your stuff. I think I need to get some sleep."

I stood and stretched. I didn't think the effect was quite as impressive as Kay's had been...

 

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After everything was said, felt and such. I agreed when he stood. We really did need to get our... I'm pretty sure he has no idea how much that sight derailed my thoughts there.

I shook my head a little to clear it from thoughts that threatened to come. I stood and waited till he was done being all sexy. Then slid a hand into his and tugged to get us moving. Maybe there was something calmer this time the walk back.

At least I felt calmer. I had Lane beside me. Holding my hand, and all was good. No. Great. Back at his car. I told him which hotel I'd been in once we were in his car. Something just four blocks away.

The car ride ...

 

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I caught Kay looking at me with the kind of stupefied look I'm sure I had on my face when she did the stretching bit. So, gender was the important part. It was flattering and a turn on to know I could make even my sister react that way, just doing something so simple.

Her hand felt good in mine. Right. I hated to let it go when we got to the car, but once we were inside and she told me where she was staying, I knew exactly where we were going.

Along the way, I had to maintain contact, so I laid a hand on Kay's thigh. She gave me a look, but didn't say anything or pull away.

At the hotel, I found parking and let her lead me inside. As we passed through the lobby, I casually remarked, "I was in here for their remodel a couple years ago."

In the elevator, I reached for Kay's hand and twined our fingers together. When we got to her floor, I kept hold of her.

Then, we were standing at her door...

 

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Looking at him as his hand found my thigh, it was simply something you do when touched. You look to who did it. I was glad when he didn't pull his hand away, mostly because I understood it. I hadn't wanted to let him go once we got to the car.

The drive wasn't long and I almost wished it was longer. As he pulled up and we passed inside, I heard his comment about the remodel he'd been a part of and realised. That means someplace in here has his name on it.

As he took my hand in the elevator I squeezed it mightily, fingers entwined and we were soon standing in front of what had been home for the last seven months. Taking the card out of a pocket I swiped it and in we went. Me first, since I'd opened the door.

While the room was one of their better suites, you wouldn't know I'd been here seven months. It still looked pristine and untouched. "I've got a few toiletries in the bathroom and a couple of clothes I need to stop into the suitcases. Not much about it because I've been keeping everything mostly in the suitcases. Habit. A bad habit if I'm honest with myself picked up through all my traveling.

"Maybe you can toss the tee from last night into the suitcase closer to the door and there might be a jacket and jumper on coathangers in there." Not much was in those cases. I prepared as if I was going to be leaving here any second. I guess at this time it worked for me. We could pack me up quickly and get out of here.

Letting go of his hand, I flashed him a smile and headed off to collect my toiletries. Which also included a dildo I hadn't wanted him to find which tended to for the most part live in the shower/bath combo it had. Sweeping a few things into the bag there, also with the pale purple offender. Yeah, it's name sucked, but it had kept me semi-sated. It wasn't long behind I'd be back in that main room. Waiting.

I'd forgotten though that a lot of my underwear in there would be right on top, including sheer stockings, a few garter belts and a corset top thing I owned that I at times wore. Also a few bikinis.

 

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When the door opened, I expected to see a place that had been lived in for seven months. However the room that met my eyes was spartan. With the suitcases laying around, it appeared more like the residents had checked in, dropped their bags then promptly left.

Kay told me what I should pack up while she got the stuff out of the bathroon.

Gathering the items she'd mentioned and checking drawers, I went to the case she'd indicated...

And stopped dead in my tracks.

What greeted me was lingerie. Oh sure, I'd figured I'd encounter panties and bras. This was something else entirely. There were panties and bras, but they were lacy and silky and would cover very little. Stockings and garter belts, a corset. It was the kind of stuff I'd always imagined a woman would bring to her honeymoon.

And then I imagined Kay's luscious body clad in these outfits and my cock stiffened. It was a lucky man who got to see her wearing this kind of thing. My mind's eye imagined my sister in each of these and I got more and more aroused.

I picked up a pair of lacy crotchless panties and was marveling at them.about the time Kay emerged from the bathroom...

 

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As I didn't find Lane in the main room I walked into the bedroom. Now all those years creeping after army folks had taught me to be silent. So it wasn't like I made to much sound in those boots going in.

Discovering Lane holding a pair of red lacy crotchless panties well it stopped me dead and all I could do for a moment was quietly take in the sight of his fingers running over them. They weren't underwear I wore often. Mostly because I wasn't often in the sort of relationship you could wear that without being thought of as a slut.

I'd been given them and another pair as gifts for allowing a straight laced friend in that quiet little town to have a ladies lingerie party. The kind where you buy all kinds of things to entice the male sex.

I made a sound only as it occurred to me Lane wasn't just touching them, but he was noticeably hard. A subtle widen of my eyes later as I spoke. ".. think the bra is, uh, deeper on the left side of the suitcase." Yeah it was all I could think of to say.

Stepping in aware I felt damp, like turned on damp. Crap. I picked up a nighty tossing it in the suitcase and closing that one. Busying myself to collect the jacket and jumper I tossed them in the one the panties went into.

 

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I was deep into my internal vision of what my sister must look like, wearing something as hot and slutty as this when I heard:

"I think the bra is somewhere deeper on the left."

You'd think I'd have dropped what I was holding. Not so. I froze, and felt my fingers clamp harder on it.

"Uh..." was all that would come out of my mouth...

 

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I glanced over and noted it was held tighter. The single word, if one could call, 'uh' a word, actually made me giggle. Even I noticed my own tone was more sultry than sisterly.

Walking to Lane then I stopped in front of him. Looking up into his eyes. I debated what to say. I was still paid up till Sunday. Today was Friday.

I carefully reached up to enclose my fingers about it. "I'm paid till Sunday, if your tired, we could sleep here." Sure. It was something of an excuse. One bed. The two of us. Lane effected and gripping those.

I didn't know how he'd react to what I said.

 

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As I stood there, unable to move, Kay sashayed up to me with an intensely amused look on her face.

She looked me up and down, lingering, it seemed, on the arousal evident in my jeans.

When she reached out and lowered the panties but didn't actually take them from me, she said, "I'm paid till Sunday. We could sleep here," her voice much breathier and seductive than it had been at any time all evening. The tone and implication just made my hard-on throb and a moan escaped my throat.

Not having any idea why, I found myself choking out: "Okay."

 

[Ravishing]

I didn't so much think either of us were tired. But. Maybe a night here before we ended up in Lane's actual house might just let us work out something.

I sort of understood my brother's reactions. I kept swinging back and forth. I was positive after seeing him end up aroused just due to the panties I owned. He was maybe, having those moments too.

Moments where that line between us blurred that little bit. And where he went from Lane my brother, to just Lane.

I turned away then and went searching in that bag which was open still. Finding, finally a large T-shirt I usually wore when sleeping. "...Maybe we find something to watch for a little, then we could try and sleep?" I mean it was a reasonable suggestion.

"You can get comfortable... I'll put this on, take a blanket out with me ... and we can curl up under it and watch something.." I had no clue what was on the cable here, and I'd forgotten at this moment I'd paid for the full package which included adult entertainment.

So I took the blanket with me into the lounge, leaving Lane in essentially my bedroom. Before I got out of my boots, I leaned and then ripped the shirt over my head, fumbling for the bra clasp, the t-shirt I wanted to put on dangling over the back of the couch. Maybe I forgot men could get comfortable, far quicker.

 

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For some reason my hand wouldn't let go of the panties I'd picked up. I stood there with them dangling by my side while Kay told me her plan for the night. I couldn't argue with her, though "comfortable" for me most days read "nude." Plus there was fact I typically went commando, so once the jeans came off, there was nothing left to the imagination.

When Kay emerged from the other room in her sleep shirt (still looking as hot as she had all evening), I stood there barefoot, bare chested, but still in my jeans...

 

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A tilt of my head noting his jeans. Then. It dawned on me. Maybe a lack of boxers. After one slow moment trying to process that later, I spun on a heel for the bathroom. Emerging with a fluffy white robe which was huge. "Maybe, hop in this..." I attempted to be cool about it, but I totally blushed about the idea I knew, he'd be nude under it.

While offering it to him. "Jeans, can't be comfortable." As I offered to him, noted the panties of mine he still held. Then I took them from him. Moved to scoop up the blanket and settle onto the couch. Comfortable for me equalled minus underwear. So his trophy. While he got into the robe, I slipped them on and up. Then sat again. I'd never touched the cable except for one time, and that one time it'd been the adult channels. But given that was 5 months back no doubt I did not remember this now.

 

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Kay, clever girl she was, sussed out the reason for my keeping the jeans and smiled. She didn't say anything, though, and ducked into another room and produced a robe.

She handed me the robe and took the panties I still held.

I didn't bother leaving the room to change. Putting on the robe, I let the jeans drop then stepped out of them.

Just as I turned, I saw Kay step into the panties I'd held. The implication was not lost on me. My cock, which had begun to calm down, now threatened to pop out of the part in the robe. I wanted very badly for my sister to lift her T and show me what those skimpy panties looked like actually being worn, but kept quiet.

Comfortable for me meant naked, but considering, the robe would do.

With the mind's eye of Kay sitting there in either nothing but a T shirt or in the T and those little panties, I sat next to her and waited for the TV to come on...

And when it did, the prompt for available adult content came up.

Turning to her, I gave her a set of raised eyebrows but nothing else. While I like porn as well as the next guy, watching it with the woman currently beside me might just be more than I could handle...

 

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"Rough story." I said, feeling a slight blush while I tried to navigate off to something else, we landed on some action flick. I passed him the remote then.

"Oh. Popcorn and a beer?" I questioned.

 

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While I'd have watched porn with my sister if it was what she wanted to do, some part of me was relieved that wasn't her plan.

When Kay got up and asked if I wanted snacks, I agreed. As she went to the kitchen, I found myself much more interested in her than the screen. I couldn't get my mind off the fact she was now wearing the panties I'd become so obsessed with, and that before she'd slipped them on, the only thing between my eyes and her nude body was a T-shirt that only fell just above mid-thigh. Of course, I was sitting there wearing nothing but a robe, so...

"Got time for that story while I wait? The movie's gonna be there when you're done. If you're not ready to tell me right now, I can respect that. Like I've said: I'm not going anywhere."

 

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The kitchen had a large archway from the cozy lounge he sat in, to where I was bustling about. He'd get to witness the way those sheer lacy panties hugged my behind, they protected that, just not right between my thighs. "...oh. Well." I began while I shook the bag and popped it in the microwave, setting it for two and a half minutes. I found beers in the fridge and brought them out sitting on the blanket, not under it while waiting for that popcorn.

I looked at Lane as I passed him his beer, opened mine and then exhaled. "My column, usually is more light-hearted. A bit of everything. Interesting movies, and places to eat. Except for 6 months back when I got onto this story about possible embezzlement. Sure sometimes I've covered real news. Decent pieces some even worth 2nd page. But that, one ended in murder. This fellow murdered his business partner who'd been embezzling from their business for years, but screwing his wife and taping it."

I took two gulps of beer after that. "It was rough because I was heading to the house to interview the wife of the embezzler, I got there to find her running screaming out of the house covered in sprays of blood. I rang emergency services and got her hidden in the backseat of my car when the guy who shot her husband for it came out of the house holding the gun, waving it about, screaming at the top of his lungs he'd fuck that woman up. Thankfully the police arrived, and an ambulance. They ended up killing him. The wife in the car gave me her side, and a source at the police confirmed what he was allowed to do. I wrote that piece, put it to bed around 10 p.m., emailing it off. But it just.... reminded me of my times overseas."

Somewhere in that the popcorn popped but yeah my mind was not on it. ".. to get it all out of my head I turned on the TV, found something in the adult channels and just ... did my best to forget about it." Another two gulps then I looked up at him. Shaking my head to free myself from those thoughts I'd had back then, I found myself scooting closer and curling up into Lane's side.

"Not the story you thought which might lead to me watching porn, but that was so far from that mess it honestly helped. Sex would have been better."

 

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The more I heard about Kay's life before we met, mere hours ago, the more I realized how mundane my own life had been. I appreciated her telling me the story, even though it was pretty obvious it still bothered her.

When she snuggled in closer, I threw an arm around her and held her tight. To her comment about watching porn and it taking her mind off the ordeal, I told her:

"Wish I could have helped."

Then, what she'd said at the end registered and I almost started backtracking and rationalizing. Instead, I kept my mouth shut. Let her interpret it how she wanted. It wasn't the time for a lot of awkward babble.

It'd been quite a while since I'd held a woman like this. If she hadn't been my sister, I'd have kissed her.

Then, I remembered the bar and what she'd done for me...

I bent my head and pressed my lips to hers...

 

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Snuggled into his side there then got his arm about me, which pulled me in closer it felt good. Like, how it feels when you snuggle with someone you trust, absolutely. Given I did trust Lane absolutely it made sense.

Then he said he wished he could have helped. All I could think was it would have been amazing to have known him then, maybe there would have been a way to deal with it. Even as I was thinking this I looked up at him just to find his lips against mine.

I didn't really think about it more than that, it just felt right. After that whole tale, after this whole night. The night and day versions of how our lives had gone. Kissing Lane, fit somehow in that. Maybe because I'd kissed him. Maybe because he was someone I trusted so completely I knew this shouldn't turn hurtful like other nights had.

So, I kissed him back. Soft, slow and tender. Letting him feel the gentle press of my lips on his.

 

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Kay didn't fight it. Didn't protest in any way. If anything, she melted in my arms and simply oozed into it. There was no urgency, no desperation. I'd meant to be comforting. Apparently my kiss was just that. That Kay was my sister was irrelevant. I loved her, she loved and trusted me. Deep down she knew I would never intentionally hurt her.

That my cock was stiff as a board made no difference. This kiss was the most sensual, the most important, I think I'd ever had with any woman.

When our lips finally parted some time later, we both just gazed into the other's eyes. It was a complex look, but there was no confusion in it, no reproach.

"I love you Kay. I'm glad to have finally found you."

 

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It was that kind of kiss you'd always wish to get. Something that just soothed and yet was so enticing and loaded with sensualness. Complex emotions, complex looks, and yet I figured he knew I wasn't mad. I simply was in the moment with him.

As he said he was glad to have found me finally. I could only nod. Nod and well move.... right to astride his lap there. Knees on either side of him, thighs spread. T-shirt just barely keeping things vaguely modest, but also baring more of my thighs.

As I lean in then, hugging him. My cheek to his, whispering, "Me too.."

I could recall so many moments in that short youth we had chasing me going: me too. For all kinds of reasons. Swings, lollies, ice cream, walking, books, everything and anything.

 

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When Kay agreed then straddled me, I could only let her. I loved having her close. The closer the better.

Then, I felt warmth. Yes, Kay's body against mine was definitely warm.

This was more... and lower.

And wetter...

No, I wasn't fucking my sister, but her widely spread thighs, wearing a pair of red, crotchless panties and my hard cock, which had aligned itself with the part in my robe, had come together. It took no imagination whatsoever to visualize Kay's pussy straddling the erect length of my shaft.

And fuck, if it didn't seem like the thing to let happen

We weren't fucking, but neither of us seemed inclined to move...

 

[Ravishing]

Sometimes when you wanted something innocent. Like. A hug, after a rather tender sensual kiss. The logistics of earlier choices failed to put up flags.

Like. Lane not wearing underwear. Ever.

Me, putting on crotchless panties because he'd been holding them like they'd been some prize won, instead of innocently enough discovered. And I honestly hadn't known where to stick them so, putting them on seemed logical.

Now I could tell Lane was hard. Rock hard. Resting right up along that part where the panties weren't. That crotchless aspect allowed him to feel the fact his little sister was wet. Very wet.

It was far too easy to realise he wasn't pushing me away, and that I wasn't exactly letting him go, and crawling off him there. No. Staring into those eyes I knew so well, I found myself drawn in, much like in the bar.

So I ended up pressing my lips to his, while distinctly feeling myself tremble in that way I knew I did when I was losing a battle of wills against what my body wanted, and what anything else might want.

I wanted to be right there in this moment.

 

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When we realized and our eyes met, we both searched the other for a reaction.

Horror?

Embarrassment?

Nothing like that. Oh, we were careful not to let it go too far, because, hard as I was and wet as Kay was, I was pretty sure it wouldn't take much maneuvering for me to just slip right inside...

That hot...

Wet...

Fuck it. If it happened, it happened. I wasn't about to try it intentionally, but I was willing to let Fate decide for me.

When Kay leaned over and kissed me again, her pussy slid down my length just enough I could feel the danger was past.

Still felt fucking tremendous, though.

I felt for the remote and turned the TV off. I was pretty sure we would find what we were doing far more satisfying than any movie could be.