I peeped through her window many times when we were in high school. She was older than me by a year and a half. My sister Diana. She had been married four times since we grew up and lived our lives. I’m fifty-five now.
We call each other all the time, though we only live twenty miles apart. We talk about the gossip, the best TV shows, just anything a brother and sister would talk about. We tell jokes, dirty and otherwise. Nothing too amazing about our relationship.
Her husband had recently passed away. Well, not very recently. Over a year ago. She had begun to drink a little heavier than just casual. Calling me several times in the last year to cry on my shoulder on the phone.
“How do you cope?” I asked on one of her good days.
“It isn’t easy.”
“I gather, but how do you do it?” I pressed.
“On a really bad night,” she laughed, “I get drunk.”
“What about moderate days?”
“I try to keep my mind occupied,” she began, “I cook, take care of grandkids, read a romance novel. You know, just things.”
“Romance novels?” I laughed, “You mean porn.”
She laughed. “I don’t know. Not really porn. There aren’t any pictures.”
“Do they work for you?” I asked jokingly.
She laughed again. I laughed with her. “Really though, do they do it for you?”
“You mean, do they get me off?”
“Yeah,” I choked through our laughter.
“I read one-handed most of the time,” She blurted.
“That has to make a mess.”
We laughed at the stupidity of our conversation. Continuing onto other subjects before we finally drew the conversation to, ”I guess I better let you go,”
“Listen,” I said jokingly, “Don’t spend your money on those books. Call me up, I can talk dirty to you.”
Her laugh was all but uncontrollable until she caught her breath. “I am going to take you up on that, Brother,” she threatened, “Be ready.”
Weeks went by since that conversation. It was just a part of our yesterdays. I was driving home from a long ride to an out of state contract when the phone chimed. The screen said, “Sis,” so I punched accept and put it on the Bluetooth speaker.
“Hey Diana,” I answered.
“Hey, Brother.”
I could tell she had been drinking. Her voice was the one I heard on one of her bad days. “You ok?” I asked.
“No, not really,” She answered. “Just feeling a little down.”
“I’m here for ya, Sis. I’ve got two hours to drive and nothing else to do.”
“Then do it,” she spat.
“Do what?”
“You know,” she whispered, “I’ve been thinking about it since you said it.”
“Oh,” I stammered, “Oh. Uhm, really?”
”Yes, really.” I heard the ice in her glass tinkle when she put it on her nightstand. “I want you to talk to me. Dirty.”
I cleared my throat, turning the volume up on my radio. “Are you naked?” I asked in a raspy voice.
“No,” she whispered.
“What are you wearing,” I asked, a whisper.
“I’m wearing my red panties and a nightshirt.”
I had to think for a minute. How to do this would be the biggest challenge. I needed to come up with something quick. I just let myself go. “Picture me, lying next to you. I’m wearing tight boxer briefs.”
“Do I have to picture you, Brother?”
“Yes,” was my raspy whisper, “I’m lying by you, my cock hard in my briefs.”
“Ok,” she said.
“I touch your hip with the tip of my finger, tracing up your side,”
I heard a soft moan, barely audible. “My finger outlines your breast. You slide your hand onto my throbbing bulge. You squeeze your brother’s dick.” Another soft moan.
“I slide my hand under the hem of your nightshirt, tugging it up until I see a patch of red peeping from between your legs,” I breathe, feeling my cock begin to stir under my steering wheel. “ My hand slides up your soft belly until I find your pretty breast. I cup it and knead it.”
“Oh, mmm, Brother,” she moaned into the phone.
“What are you doing, Sis?” I asked.
“Rubbing my panties and holding my phone.”
“Put your phone on speaker and put it down,” I whispered, my hand squeezing my cock through my jeans.
“Ok,” she said, “I’m hands-free.”
“Do you shave your pussy, Sis?” I asked in a husky voice.
“No,” she answered, “Just a little trim.”
“Mmm,” I moaned, “That’s so hot. Push your fingers into your panties. Imagine it’s my fingers.”
“Uhh, mmm,” her moans came through my speakers.
“Are you wet?”
“Mm-hmm,” she answered, “So wet.”
I imagined her biting her lip and her eyes closed. “Taste your fingers,” I suggested. I heard her waistband softly snap when she pulled her fingers out, heard her sucking sounds.
“Does your pussy taste good?”
“Hhhhm, yes,”
“I move between your knees,” I said in a dark whisper, “I push your legs up and pull your panties to the side.”
“Mmm,” I heard her soft moan.
“I lean in and inhale your aroma. My dick is hard, Sis,” I growled.
I push my tongue into you. Your pussy soaks my beard. Your smell drives my appetite. Your brother is eating your pussy like no one else has.”
“Mmhmm,” She squirmed audibly.
“My tongue traces your clit,” I said, “Then pushes deep inside.”
I tried to free my cock from my jeans, thankful that it was night. “What are you doing, Sis?”
“Rubbing my pussy, pinching my nipples. I want to fuck you, Brother.”
“I pull you to the edge of the bed, tearing your panties off,” I said, louder now. You watch me take my hard dick in my hand and rub it up and down your wet pussy. I play with your clit by swirling the head of my dick around it.”
“Ohhh, Brother,” she breathed heavily.
“I’ve wanted to fuck you, Diana. Since we were teenagers,” I confessed. ”I used to masturbate outside your window.”
“I knew,” she said.
“You feel your brother’s dick pushing into your pussy,” I hissed. “Feel it stretching you open.”
“Fuck me, Terry,” she begged, “Fuck me.”
I’m losing control, my truck weaves from lane to lane. “Wait, Diana. I need to pull over.”
I heard her fingers, Wetly, plunging in and out of her pussy, wishing it was my dick instead. I heard her coo’s and her soft moans.
“Think of me, riding you hard, fucking you so hard.”
“I, I’m going to cum Terry.”
My cock exploded on the road as I got out just in time. I heard her cries of pleasure as she came. My heart was beating wildly out of control. My breath was ragged.
Diana was in the last throes of her orgasm as I climbed back into my truck.
“How far away are you, Brother?”
