How My Sister Became My Lover

The baggage claim area at the airport was full of people. Some had just flown into Austin. Others were here to pick up someone just arriving. I was in this second category. A glance at the overhead display let me know that Jessica's flight from Atlanta had landed. I hadn't seen my sister in nearly a year. Her last visit had been to attend the funeral for my wife, Lilly, who had been tragically killed in an auto accident. I had high expectations that this visit would be much different.

Jessica was 30 years old, about two years younger than myself. She was an attractive woman, about five feet five inches tall with shoulder length brunette hair, green eyes, a big smile, and a cute figure. We cared for, and looked out for, each other. You could say that we had a strong sibling connection. Up until the past few years we had been very close. It nearly broke my heart when she moved to Atlanta about four years ago to pursue a career. But recently her job had turned sour, and her relationship with her boyfriend had ended. Jessica wanted to start a new chapter in her life, and she decided to move back to Austin to make that new start.

At the time I was living in a large four bedroom house in the hill country just west of Austin. Lilly and I had it built as our dream home. We both loved that house, and the wonderful life we lived. Then one fateful day, that all ended. After Lilly's death, I thought I shouldn't continue to live in the house, but I also couldn't bring myself to leave it. That house had so many memories, mostly good ones.

Now I was happy that I had a place for Jessica to stay while she got back on her feet. She anticipated that it wouldn't take more than a few months to find a new job and then a place of her own to live. It would be good having her close to me again.

I looked up at the top of the escalator just as Jessica began to come down from the main concourse. I waved at her as she smiled and waved back at me. She looked beautiful. I moved through the crowd toward the escalator, arriving at the same time she reached the bottom. Jessica leapt into my arms and gave me a big kiss. It was normal that we always greeted close family members with a big kiss. Mom and dad had taught us that.

"So glad you're home." I told her. "I've missed you terribly."

"I'm so happy to be home." Jessica replied with a radiant smile.

We made our way over to the baggage carousel just as the flashing light and horn announced the arrival of the luggage from her flight.

"Those two are mine!" Jessica exclaimed as she pointed to her bags.

We were pleasantly surprised that her bags were the first ones deposited on the carousel. We grabbed them and made our way to the exit. It didn't take long to reach my car in the parking garage and we were soon on the highway. In less than an hour we arrived at my home.

After Jessica put her things into a guest bedroom, we sat in the living room, each of us holding a cold beer. We both were dressed comfortably, suitable for a warm, June day in Austin. I wore a knit sport shirt and Jessica wore a cotton tank top. We both wore shorts and sandals.

"This place looks the same. You haven't changed it very much." Jessica said while looking around the room.

"Not yet. Maybe someday." I replied. For me, the room had many memories of fun gatherings. On one wall were photos of couples, special friends to Lilly and me. I knew someday I would put some things away and start afresh. But not yet.

"I can't thank you enough for letting me stay here a while." Jessica said sincerely. "This really means a lot to me. I hope I'm not an inconvenience or in your way."

"Not an inconvenience at all. Stay as long as you need. I doubt you will be in my way." I replied with a smile. I was happy for the company, and happy I could help my sister.

"This place has such a great pool, and summer is just beginning." Jessica mentioned as she looked out the windows into the backyard. "I intend to do some sunbathing and swimming out there. You know I love pools."

"Yeah. I remember." I replied. "Swim, sunbathe, do whatever you like. The backyard is totally private and I keep the pool clean and maintained. Remember, I also love the water."

We sat and talked about our lives and our work. Jessica told me about the job interviews she had already scheduled. She really hoped that one of these companies would hire her. For the time being we avoided discussing relationships, or whether either of us were dating.

After talking for a few hours, we prepared and ate a light summer meal. Later in the evening, after the sun had gone down and it was beginning to cool off outside, we sat out on the patio by the pool, drank another cold beer and enjoyed the view of the stars.

I was first to turn the discussion to a topic we had been avoiding.

"Care to tell me about what happened with that guy you were living with in Atlanta?" I asked. "What was his name? I don't remember. I only met him once, a couple of years ago."

"Curtis." Jessica relied somewhat coldly. "His name was Curtis Price. Yeah, I lived with him for nearly three years, but we were never a good fit together."

"It took three years to learn you weren't a good fit?" I asked, a bit surprised.

"I was young and thought he would change his opinions about certain things." Jessica began. "My ego let me believe he would change in order to make me happy and stay with me. Eventually I realized that he wasn't going to change."

"His opinions about things? What things? And why were they that important?" I pressed back.

"I'd rather not say." Jessica responded quietly. "Let's just say it was fundamentally important to me, and I guess his position was important to him. Neither of us would give in. As time went by, it became a larger issue that we argued over."

Jessica paused for a moment, then decided to explain a bit more.

"A month or so ago, we had that argument again. It became a big blowout and he stormed out to stay with a friend for a couple of days. At that time, my job was also giving me problems. My career had stalled and I couldn't find a way forward, not in Atlanta. I decided I needed a new start in life." Jessica paused, then continued. "I hope by relocating to Austin I can find the career and lifestyle I'm seeking. I'm so grateful that you are letting me stay here to get back on my feet."

"I hope it all works out well for you." I replied. "Again, you can stay as long as you like. You won't be an inconvenience."

"But I'm concerned that I'm interfering in your social life." Jessica retorted. "You are dating, aren't you? You do have a sex life, don't you?"

There was an awkward moment of silence. I finally spoke.

"I've had a few dates." I said. "But I've never brought any dates back to this house. I don't anticipate that your presence here will interfere in my social life."

Since Lilly died, my sex life had changed dramatically, from frequent sex, to almost no sex. Lilly and I had been part of a swingers group and we had enjoyed sex with many partners. But that group only allowed married couples to participate. When Lilly died, my participation ended, or at least until I was again married and had a wife who also wanted to swing. Searching for such a mate was difficult. And for now, I wasn't going to discuss that aspect of my sex life with my sister.

After another pause of silence, I again spoke.

"Although I may not have much of a sex life right now, I don't want to interfere in your love life." I told Jessica. "I hope you feel comfortable bringing your friends and dates here when you like. I guess with your relationship to Curtis over, you also are looking for that someone special."

"Thank you for the support and the offer to stay here." Jessica replied. "Currently there is no one special in my life. We shall see how things go."

"Sounds like both of us need to get laid." I quipped to which we both chuckled, a bit uncomfortably.

- - - - -

Within a week, Jessica and I had settled into our own routines around the house. For the most part each of us had our own life to live. Weekdays, I worked a usual downtown office job 8 to 5. In the mornings, Jessica often had job interviews, or spent time getting reacquainted with Austin. Austin had changed a lot in the past four years. Jessica had reconnected with old Austin friends and was making new friends quickly.

Most afternoons Jessica spent time sunbathing by the pool. Some evenings we had dinner together and watched TV or listened to music. Weekends we occasionally did things together. Otherwise we went our own ways with our own friends. We had no ownership of each other's life, and it all just worked well.

I made it a point to take Jessica out at least once a week for dinner and to visit some of my favorite nightspots. One time we went to a club and discovered how much we enjoyed dancing with each other. Neither of us had prospects for a steady significant other, so we continued to go out clubbing together. We genuinely enjoyed being with each other, possibly because as siblings there was no pressure to develop a romantic relationship. Sometimes we were approached by others and asked if we were husband and wife, or just in a long term relationship. When Jessica didn't want to be bothered by some stranger, her answer was that I was her 'very significant other.'

One Friday night at a dance club a very attractive red-head named Misty asked to join us. The three of us had drinks and danced several songs together. Misty was obviously more interested in Jessica than in me. Eventually I backed out and sat down at our table, watching the two women. The two females danced, touched, hugged and eventually kissed each other. At the end of one music set, Misty excused herself to go to the ladies room. Jessica came over to me and told me she would be going home with Misty for the night. She would get a ride home in the morning. I was a bit stunned, but accepted the situation. Jessica was a grown woman and could do what she liked. I left and went on home by myself.

- - - - -

The next morning I was up and having coffee when Jessica came home.

"So, you and Misty? I didn't know this side of you." I inquired.

"There are several things you don't know about me." Jessica replied, then added, "and I suspect there are many things I don't know about you, my dear brother."

Jessica poured a cup of coffee for herself and joined me at the breakfast table. My curiosity made me ask more about her love life.

"If I may ask, do you have sex only with women?" I asked. "Or in addition to sex with men?"

Jessica looked at me, pausing to think before she spoke.

"Are you judging me?" She asked.

"Not judging. Just curious." I replied. "You are old enough to make you own decisions."

"If you must know, I do enjoy sex with women and with men. But, of course, only one at a time." Jessica told me. "Something I have enjoyed for several years. However I must admit that when I'm with a man, I am often considering long-term relationships, but not always. With a woman, I'm just having a fun encounter, just enjoying no-strings-attached sexual pleasure."

"Sounds like you have a healthy attitude about sex." I replied.

"Curtis didn't feel that way. He wanted me to be completely faithful to him, no sex with any other person, male or female." Jessica explained. "I was willing to forego sex with other men, but I still wanted an occasional romp with another female. I don't think he was confident enough in himself or our relationship to allow that. In the end, that was the major issue that drove us apart."

"His loss." I added.

- - - - -

Although we hadn't lived in the same house since high school, about 15 years earlier, we soon felt comfortable around each other in various forms of attire. Our 'at home' attire became very casual. I often wore just shorts and a t-shirt. Jessica would wear a tank top and running shorts. Often she was bra-less, and her nipples poked out the thin material of her tank top. She apparently noticed how I would stare at her well defined breasts. And Jessica would sunbathe out by the pool, wearing a skimpy bikini. I think she enjoyed teasing me.

One evening after we had dinner, we sat in the living room, drinking wine and listening to music while we talked. I was sitting on the sofa wearing shorts and a t-shirt. Jessica was lounging on the far corner of the love seat which was at a right angle to the sofa. Her legs were up on the love seat with her feet pointed at me. She was wearing a t-shirt and a short, pleated cotton summer skirt.

I had dimmed the lights and Jessica was playing one of her favorite play-lists on her phone through the home audio system via a wireless connection. The setting was very conducive to an enjoyable conversation. We were well into our second bottle of wine when the conversation turned to our mutual lack of a steady sex partner. Soon we were comparing our desired characteristics for a great lover.

"I would like someone who is fun, sexy, smart, caring, sensitive, and a great kisser." I said. "I don't think that is too much to want in a lover."

"I agree. All of that." Jessica replied. "And they must be good in bed."

I was a bit concerned that our discussion may turn to sex, but our inhibitions were lowered by the wine and the music, so I decided to continue down this line of conversation. Jessica also appeared to be interested in discussing sex. She shifted in her seat, as if to get more comfortable. In the process she bent her left leg and slightly parted her legs. Her skirt rose up some, giving me a view of the inside of her thigh. Damn, she looked sexy.

"Yeah." I agreed. "Of course they have to be a good lover."

"They need to know when, where, and how to touch me." Jessica said in a soft sultry voice.

She was staring at me while she placed her hand on her knee, then her hand slid down to her inner thigh. Her skirt moved higher, exposing her pink panties to me. My eyes moved back and forth between her panties, and her eyes. She knew, and I knew, what she was doing. She was teasing me again and enjoying doing so. I could feel a twinge in my cock and I shifted in my seat, giving my cock a bit more space as it became aroused. I knew this could be a dangerous game, but I was thoroughly enjoying playing this way with her.

"My lover must have great oral skills." Jessica continued. "I love it when a tongue pleasures my clit and gives me fabulous orgasms. And, they must be able to make love for a long period of time, giving me multiple orgasms."

By this point her legs were spread wide open and she was obviously displaying her panty covered crotch to me as her finger slowly ran up and down the inside of her thigh. My cock was growing in my shorts, and I shifted again.

A change in the music provided a redirection of our interactions. The song "Rhiannon" by Fleetwood Mac began playing with its sensual beat and those sultry vocals by Stevie Nicks. The Fleetwood Mac Greatest Hits album was a favorite of our parents and they played it frequently when Jessica and I were young.

"Oh, I love this song!" Jessica exclaimed as she leapt to her feet in the middle of the room. As the music played she danced for me, swaying her hips and holding her arms out as if a bird soaring in the wind. I sipped my wine while watching my sister and her sensual movements.

As the next song, "Over My Head", began to play, Jessica continued to dance while staring at me with a mischievous grin. She reached down, grabbed the hem of her t-shirt and pulled it up over her head before tossing the shirt onto the floor. All the while I was watching her and she was watching me as she continued swaying to the music. Jessica was wearing a pink bra that matched her panties. She filled the bra out well, likely a C-cup.

"Damn, you're sexy." I whispered. "I don't know why some guy, or some girl, hasn't swept you off your feet."

Jessica smiled back at me. "The right lover just hasn't come along." She said while she continued to dance to the music.

The next song by Fleetwood Mac, "Sara" began playing and Jessica's dance movements became more pronounced. She was now twirling around, swinging her arms, and swaying to the music. I was loving watching my sexy sister. Without missing a beat to the music, she unfastened the button on her hip, unzipped the skirt, and let it fall off.

I'm sure my eyes were wide open as I watch my sister dancing sensually to the music, dressed in only her pink bra and panties. I finished my glass of wine and put the empty glass on the end table. I was so bold as to whistle at Jessica. She smiled and winked at me.

She continued dancing as the next song, "You Make Loving Fun" began. She turned away from me and showed me her cute little butt in those skimpy pink panties. She reached behind herself and unfastened her bra just before she turn back around and flung her bra onto the love seat. She continued dancing while facing me, in only her panties, allowing me to stare at her fabulous tits. My cock was getting hard and I was sure she could see the bulge in my shorts.

Jessica moved closer to me while still swaying to the music. When the music stopped, she straddled my legs and then sat down in my lap, facing me, her panty covered pussy pressed against my hard cock, still inside my shorts.

"I love you, brother." she said just before planting a wet kiss on my mouth.

I was stunned by her actions. It was also thrilling and erotic. But this was my sister that I was lusting for.

"I love you also." I replied.

We stared into each other eyes, attempting to determine what each was thinking, and what we would allow ourselves to do. Jessica took my hand and placed it onto her soft, but firm breast. God, that felt so wonderful.

She moaned as we kissed again. These kisses were becoming more that the sibling kisses we had shared throughout our lives. My hand began caressing her breast, my fingers playing with her hard nipple. She wiggled her crotch on my cock and she could likely feel it throbbing.

We kissed again and our lips parted, our tongues touching, then exploring the other's mouth.

I was in ecstasy. My heart was pounding. My thoughts were a jumbled mess. All of this felt so incredibly wonderful, to be kissing someone I loved, and she loved me. My hand on the flesh of her breast. Her pussy and my cock separated by only a few layers of thin material.

But she was my sister. I couldn't have sex with my sister. Could I?

After what appeared to me several minutes of passionate kissing and touching, my more rational brain took control. I gently pushed Jessica away from me and looked at her.

"I want to do this. But I can't. We can't." I said.

She looked at me, disappointed, and then nodded her head in agreement.

"I guess you are right." Jessica said as she backed up, moved off of me, and turned to pick up her clothes.

I had a great close-up view of her incredibly sexy ass.

"Sister, I have to tell you that you are so sexy and you have an incredible ass." I said, then added. "You know that if you weren't my sister, I would be fucking you right here, right now."

Jessica turned her head, looking over her shoulder at me, allowing me to still look at her ass.

"If you weren't my brother," she replied, "I would want you to be doing exactly that."

In the days that followed, Jessica often wore only a t-shirt and panties when just the two of us were home. No bra. No shorts. No skirt. I think we both wondered what might happen between us, if this final barrier stopping us were to fall. Most nights, as I fell asleep alone in my bed, I was having thoughts of sex with my sister, and my cock was hard and aching. These nights, masturbation was common, and my only source of relief.

- - - - -

One afternoon in late June, the air conditioning failed in the office building where I worked. We were all told to take the rest of the day off and go home. I arrived home about 2 PM, knowing that Jessica would not be expecting me. And indeed she wasn't.