A sister and brother find a way to meet in secret to explore their new-found feelings.
This is the second chapter in the Tangled Web series, a story spanning several years, based on the complicated lives of a brother and sister and those they live with. Set mostly in the English Midlands, the tale is told through a series of interlocking short stories.
Although designed to be read in sequence, I have tried to make each chapter stand as a complete and satisfying story in itself.
Originally published on a different site under one of my previous ‘male’ pseudonyms, it has been extensively re-written and, I hope, improved.
I do hope you enjoy this episode too.
Jenny x
Sara and her older brother Sam returned from their holiday determined to continue their new relationship. The first few weeks were difficult – their relationship was new, exciting and their new-found sexual compatibility needed to be constantly tested and improved, didn’t it? Hot liaisons followed in Sara’s bedroom, in Sam’s house and car and once even in the University Park.
After two near-misses where the illicit couple were almost discovered – the first occasion by Sam’s wife Lynn, the other by their Father – the risks they were running gradually dawned on them and a safer, more long-term plan was needed.
Surprisingly, the idea came from their Mother who it seems had noticed that, since the holiday, Sara had almost stopped her gym visits and was in her words ‘slouching about the house wasting the membership fees’. Of course Sara was getting her ‘exercise’ elsewhere.
However her mum did have a point and Sara realised that this might be an opportunity for the two of them to meet more openly whenever they felt the desire – and they felt it often. By simply joining the tennis league in the sports club and then entering the mixed doubles competitions as a pair, they would have a perfectly acceptable reason to be together one or two evenings a week for matches (real or not) and especially for ‘club training’ on a Thursday night.
Sam’s wife Lynn worked on Thursday evenings as a Personal Trainer at a rival club. Sara’s boyfriend David – they were still ‘together’ if only as cover for Sara’s new love – was not a member of either club, so neither partner was in a position to notice that the training sessions were often only thirty minutes long rather than the two or three hours that Sara and Sam were away for, or that they were usually lamentably behind in playing their league matches.
It was a Thursday night. Sara, who was still living with her parents, was due to visit Sam at his and Lynn’s house – after Lynn had gone to work, of course – and was getting ready carefully in her bedroom.
**
Sara stood upright before the full-length bedroom mirror and inspected her preparations, turning left then right then looking over her shoulder at her back and bottom. She was, on balance, pleased with the results and really hoped that Sam would be pleased too. She had been counting the hours impatiently since his call that morning to confirm their arrangement, and the time for her to go had now finally arrived.
She smoothed her white sleeveless tennis top firmly down over her small, firm breasts, and straightened the pleats of her short white tennis skirt. Her freshly-shaved smooth, slender legs, still nicely tanned from their summer holiday in Spain (she smiled and blushed whenever she remembered that magical first night) were framed top and bottom by her skirt and white cotton socks. Her brown, shoulder length hair was shiny, sleek and just a little sun-bleached. She leaned forward to check her lightly applied make-up, and nodded in satisfaction.
Sweet and sporty with just a hint of sexiness if you looked for it! Just as Sam liked her to look – or so she hoped!
To outward appearances she did indeed look as if she was about to play a serious game of tennis. However, a more perceptive observer might have noticed that her make-up was perhaps a little heavier than it would normally have been for sport and that her boobs were entirely unsupported – most unwise for strenuous exercise, even for small breasts like hers. An even more perceptive observer might have noticed that the newly-bought g-string panties she wore under her skirt were hardly the norm for Centre Court.
But then, Sara thought happily to herself, she did not expect to be involved in much racquet work that night. With an excited shiver, she smiled broadly at her reflection, turned and grabbed her green Slazenger bag from the bed, then swept from the room and down the stairs.
“Off now?” her mother Helen called from the kitchen.
“Ye-es Mum.” she sang back happily.
“Would you tell Sam we’ll expect him and Lynn at around twelve on Saturday? Oh – and good luck in your match.”
“Okay Mum. Thanks. Bye.” she called back cheerily and disappeared through the front door.
*
In his modern semi detached house across town, Sara’s brother Sam was feeling anxious. His wife Lynn seemed to be taking an age to get ready and leave for her exercise class. As an Instructor, Lynn always had to really look the part – something nearly perfect for the rest of the class to aspire to – but even so, he thought ruefully, she could have been a great deal quicker about it.
The result was, he had to confess, always worth the wait though. Lynn was always simply stunning! He was a very lucky man, he knew; the envy of all the male club members who had tried unsuccessfully to persuade the beautiful but distant Lynn to go out with them, let alone sleep with them and marry them.
But since Spain, Sam had discovered he needed more. He wanted and needed his sister Sara very badly indeed. He fidgeted as he watched Lynn tying her long hair back then looked at his wristwatch again. He tried to make himself relax a little; it would not be too difficult to explain things if Sara arrived before Lynn had left. They were supposed to be playing tennis that night after all, and he could always say she was picking him up on her way to the club.
But tennis was the last thing Sam wanted to play with his sweet, sexy sister.
To keep up the deception he had changed into his own tennis clothes; the ones his sister had bought him when the deception was first conceived. Tall and tanned like his wife, the tight dark shorts he wore seemed designed to show off his strong, muscular thighs and tight buttocks while his slim-fitting white top showed off his gym-toned upper body to very good effect indeed – exactly what Sara had in mind when she had bought them for him. Sam wanted to please his sister very badly and wore them even if dressing so obviously did make him feel a bit self-conscious.
Finally, Lynn rose from the dressing table, smiled and turned to kiss him lightly on the cheek.
“I’ll be back by ten, Darling. Good luck in the match!” She said softly before gracefully descending the stairs.
Sam heard her call out a brief ‘Goodbye’ from the hallway then the front door slammed shut and the sound of her car engine revving up in the driveway came in through the open window. He looked out and waved as his wife drove speedily away along the narrow road before turning out of sight.
Alone at last, Sam sat on the bed, gazing at his reflection in the wardrobe door mirror. He could almost hear his heart pounding in his chest, as excited as a teenager on a first date, and forced himself to take long, slow breaths to calm down. He didn’t have long to wait. After only a few minutes, another car engine sounded outside and he jumped excitedly to his feet. Dashing to the window, he saw Sara’s Mini turning into the driveway. Almost running across the room, he quickly descended the stairs to arrive in the hallway just as a soft knock sounded on the front door. He opened it quickly.
Sara stood outside smiling expectantly, her sports bag over her shoulder, the slight coldness of the evening air on her bare legs and arms raising goose bumps on her soft brown skin. She was pleased when Sam opened the door almost immediately.
He looked good. No, very good, she thought, in the shorts and shirt he must have put on to please her. It had worked – she was pleased!
“Hi Sam. Sorry I’m a bit late.” She said, a shiver of excitement joining the shiver the cool air had brought and with a broad smile she squeezed past him into the warm house.
“S’Okay Midge.” He replied cheerfully. “Lynn’s only just gone. You might have seen her on the by-pass. I was getting a bit anxious.”
Sara stroked her brother’s handsome face and grinned before dropping her sports bag in the hallway and walking through to the clean, bright kitchen. Sam followed, admiring his sister’s slim, athletic body and wondering why he had never noticed her amazing sexiness over the many years they had lived in the same house.
“Did you book a court, Midge?” he asked hesitatingly, as always allowing her to signal whether she really wanted to play tennis or……
“Oh no! I forgot!” Sara grinned back and Sam felt a warm glow of excitement inside him. It would be all right tonight.
“So did I. Funny isn’t it?” He crossed to the fridge. “In that case, how about a drink?” he asked. “A glass of wine?”
“Mmmm. Yes please.”
Sam opened the fridge door and poured two large glasses from an open bottle. He passed one to Sara who clinked it against his.
“Cheers!” She said, and sat down on a tall wooden stool at the breakfast bar. She took a large sip of the cool liquid and let it wash around her mouth as her brother sat on the stool next to her, their bare knees almost, but not quite touching. Sara looked at Sam’s fit, muscular body and positively ached with desire.
She had quickly realized that, despite his usual air of confidence, Sam felt quite insecure in their new found relationship and was leaving her to set the pace. Apparently he could not bear the thought of his sister being anything but a full and willing partner in their illicit liaisons so on each occasion they had ‘met’ since that first unbelievable night, he had tried to give her a way out if she wanted one; never taking her consent for granted, and always trying to appear as if anything that happened was a pleasant surprise for him – hence continuing the whole ‘tennis’ charade even when only the two of them were there.
In principle she respected this but there were times – and tonight was one of them – when she wanted him to forget the ‘Sensitive New Man’ act and, yes she would use the word – fuck her passionately. But how could she make him understand this without damaging the relationship that had developed so deeply and so quickly?
She turned slightly on the stool until their thighs touched more firmly. A small step but an important signal – if he picked it up!
Sam’s early tension seemed to have moderated now that he knew that they had come with the same end in mind, but he still talked slightly awkwardly of their parents, of Lynn and David, and of Sara’s forthcoming exams as if they had no other purpose in meeting. Sara reluctantly joined in the chat, knowing that Sam needed it, but all the time her body was silently screaming “Touch me! Touch me!”
After a few weeks of passionate liaisons, sex between them was no longer a novelty but it was still a delight as they discovered more and more exciting things about each other. As they became more compatible in bed, so they became more adventurous there too and, despite the relatively casual chat that was taking place now, they both knew full well what they were there to do.
“So you reckon we need to keep an eye on Dad, right?” Sam was saying.
“Uh-huh.” Sara concurred, trying to pay attention. “He’s been working too hard for years and doesn’t take nearly enough care of himself.”
“I’ll do what I can Midge but you’re the one ‘on the spot’. You’ll have to do most of the watching and…”
Suddenly a car engine sounded close by in the street outside. Sara jumped up and went to the window to investigate.
“It can’t be Lynn this early.” Insisted Sam in a hoarse whisper.
“It isn’t. Whose car is that?”
Sam crossed to stand close behind her and followed her finger with his eyes.
“It’s just Jim from next door in his new car. He’s not very good at parking it yet. It looks like he needs both driveways.” He laughed.
Sara felt the warmth of Sam’s body close behind her. It was time. She reached back with her hands until they rested slightly clumsily on her brother’s hips and leaned back against his chest.
“Lynn will be back soon, I suppose.” She said archly and was relieved when Sam apparently took his cue.
“I reckon so.” He said softly, stroking her upper arms with his palms, one of which had been cooled from the chilled wine in his glass. Sara flinched at the unexpected coldness as he bent his lips to her ear and whispered “So I suppose we’ve not got much time, Midge.”
She nodded silently, her body relieved that things were finally beginning. Sam buried his nose in her hair as he squeezed her back into his chest, her firm buttocks pressing firmly against his groin. She felt his hands slide down over her hips to caress her firm taut buttocks and thighs through her skirt, before sliding boldly under her tight white top where his fingertips danced on her flat stomach.
Sara shivered at his touch and turned her head to one side, her chin tilted upwards to offer her soft lips to his. His lips brushed lightly against her, barely touching at first, then more passionately until at last their tongues entwined. Sam’s hands slid further under his sister’s tight top until his fingers found her small, firm breasts. Her erect nipples slid between his fingers and he nipped them lightly.
Sara flinched with the small sharp pain, then giggled and, grasping the hem of her top with both hands, slowly rolled it up her body and over her head before casting it aside. She could feel warmth of his strong chest against her bare brown back and the slight strain of his hardening cock against her buttocks. His hands, now warmed on her flesh, returned to her naked chest where they cupped her small, pointed breasts, the slightly coarse touch of his fingers exciting her; hardening her nipples. She ground her buttocks into his groin, his cock now a firm, growing pressure in her lower back.
To her surprise, Sam’s hands slid softly down from her nipples, brushing against her belly before running down his her bare, slim legs as he dropped to his knees on the floor behind her, his face merely inches from her cotton-covered buttocks and long slender legs.
Sara shivered again in excited puzzlement as he ran his fingers first over her ankles then up the inside of her calves. Her knees trembled a little and she turned to grasp the edge of the kitchen table to steady herself. She closed her eyes and felt his hot breath on the back of her thighs then, as his fingertips began to stroke the outside of her ankles, moaned as he drew his tongue in a long straight line up the inside of her right thigh, to rest momentarily at the hem of her skirt.
Outside the open window, the evening peace was shattered by the sound of a small petrol engine starting up. Sam paused as if to listen.
“Oh my God! He’s cutting the lawn.” He hissed, laughing ironically. “Right outside the window. We’d better stop!”
Sara was horrified. “Why? Will he hear us? Or see us?”
“Over that noise? You’re right!” He paused, still stroking the back of her thigh. “Unless you’re going to be really loud…!” He laughed. “There’s a fence too so I suppose he can’t see us.”
“Then for God’s sake don’t stop now…”
She held her breath, her body’s sensitivity heightened to an almost unbearable degree as Sam once again gently licked the back of her left thigh, his fingers stroking her soft flesh as his tongue drew a cool wet line across her skin.
