The Empire Book 3Chapter 11 The Start of University
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Fifteen years later.
My sister is now thirty-four. She took a job in Canada, straight from leaving university. Soon afterwards, she met a man and got married. She's had a successful career in Canada but never had any children.
Over the last fifteen years, we have met at family gatherings but we had never had any one-to-one time together for catching up. Out of the blue, I received an email from her. She explained her marriage had been in trouble for a few years and that there were changes happening with her work which she wasn't happy with.
She was sad that we'd never had the chance to properly talk and reminisce. Her husband was going away for a few days on business and she longed for the opportunity to meet with me to have a drink, reminisce and have a much-needed laugh.
I thought a lot about this. How would we feel in each other's company? I still kept the memory of the summer we had together very much alive. It was still a source of masturbatory material for me and I had even wanked over her selfies on social media.
However, we were both well and truly adults now, so I thought, 'why not?'
I replied to the affirmative and we arranged the details.
My trip was going to be short. I took a day to get over jet lag and adjust to the time zone and the next day I went to meet with my sister. She had suggested a nice bar which was a short taxi ride from my hotel.
I arrived early and set about ordering a strong drink. Was I nervous? Fuck, yes! I was meeting my sister, not going on a first date but nonetheless, my nerves made me breathe very deeply.
The bar was beautifully, dimly lit. It was classy with a touch of sleaze. Great choice. There weren't many people inside. It was that time of the evening in between when the office workers had left to catch their trains to go home but before the evening couples and singles had yet to arrive.
I sat at the bar. My attention alternated from my drink, to my phone and to the door.
The door opened. Two suited types, who had obviously been out since lunchtime, tumbled in. They straightened themselves up as best as they could and positioned themselves at the opposite end of the bar. They were looking to score for the evening.
'Good luck with that, fellas,' I said to myself and then my attention was taken by the door opening again. It was my sister. She didn't immediately notice me and walked in scanning the main seating area. Her entrance wasn't missed by the two pissed-up suits, either. They stared at her as she walked in, like only men who had been drinking all afternoon can, bottom jaws on the floor.
She wore a long-sleeved, figure-hugging black, sequinned dress. The dress managed to cover her arse but had obviously given up any attempt to continue towards her knees. She was, I'd say, five foot six without heels but she was elevated to virtually five-ten, with the aid of her black shoes.
Her light brown hair had been cut short, leaving a high fringe on her forehead and shaved close and tapered at the back, accentuating her long neck. She looked amazing. She caught my gaze and greeted it with a smile. I smiled back as she walked over. We hugged. Not over-enthusiastically but politely. Like two adults but not like long-lost family members.
The pissed-up suits obviously thought we were on a date and they turned their attention back to their drinks.
"What's this?" she asked, looking at my nearly empty glass. "Dutch courage?" she enquired
I gave a mock nervous laugh in response.
"You look well," I said, in understatement.
"Thanks. You do, too. Been working out, have we?"
"When I have to," I replied, with fake nonchalance. "Would you like to sit at a table?" I asked
"Let's stay here, at the bar," she replied and positioned herself on the barstool next to mine. She crossed her legs and I caught my breath at the sight of her toned, shapely legs. Someone else had been working out, too. My gaze followed her legs up to her thighs.
"What was in there?" She nodded at my glass.
"Campari and vermouth," I replied.
She winced, "A little strong for me. I'll be falling over. I'll have white wine."
And our evening began. She quizzed me over my life, work, women. We talked about parents and old friends.
"I've missed this," she said.
"Missed what?"
"Oh you know, sharing a bottle of wine. Relaxed conversation… with a man."
I smiled in response and caught the barman's attention for another bottle. We were both relaxed in each other's company. We were positioned at the bar so that her knees were angled towards the bar and mine pointed outwards. Our left legs touched, and during the conversation, she would place her hand on my leg to emphasise a point.
"Do you ever think about that summer?"
I was wondering if the subject would be brought up. I had decided not to say anything but I didn't see that coming. Before I could answer, she continued, "I find myself thinking about it quite a lot."
"Did you ever regret it?" I asked.
"No never," She replied, almost with a defiant tone.
"I never felt any regret or any shame. Quite the opposite actually," She continued. "Through all the shit that is going on in my life at the moment, it's the one thing that makes me smile."
She lowered her voice and a wicked smile appeared on her face as she asked, "Do you still like your nipples to be touched?"
"I do," I replied, almost apologetically. "Some women just don't get it though and when I ask, they do it reluctantly. For fuck's sake!" I suddenly ranted. "I'm only asking them to lick my nipples, not give me a fucking prostate massage!"
"I'd have done that for you," she laughed.
"What's that?"
"A prostate massage."
We both laughed.
“Thanks!” I said.
We started on the new bottle of wine. Her hand now permanently rested on my leg. Fingers occasionally stroking it.
"What's hubby like in bed?" I felt pissed enough to ask.
She sighed and considered her answer, "Oh, standard, straight, boring. We stopped having sex a long time ago. I look forward to when he goes away on business, so I can have some me-time."
"Me time?" I asked, pretending not to know what she meant.
"Well… I like watching porn and I bought…" she shielded her mouth on one side with her hand and whispered, "a dildo.”
I laughed, “Really?”
"It's fucking huge!" she said. "Honestly, I don't know what I was thinking!" She self-mockingly shook her head. "So anyway, I have nights in with a bath, candles, porn and this monster fucking dildo!"
"Sounds like a great night in, to me," I said
She fixed me with a gaze and replied, matter of factly, "You'd be very welcome."
This caused a significant twitch of my cock.
I was curious and I asked, “What sort of porn do you like?” Wondering if she’d reply, rather ironically, pretend-incest movies.
“Oh nothing out of the ordinary,'' she said. "I like to see straight couples fucking but I enjoy it when it appears more natural.” She smiled, “I have a thing for retro seventies porn,” she said with a notable degree of expertise and knowledge.
She continued, “But it’s always invariably spoiled by the damned, obligatory cumshot,” I pretended not to know what she meant
“Go on,” I said.
“What I mean is, I think a good sex scene can be ruined by the guy suddenly pulling out. Then she jumps off the bed and onto her knees and he cums on her face.”
I was very disappointed to hear this, because as she was explaining, I was imagining her on her knees, hands behind her back, mouth open wide and tongue out, while I ejaculated all over her face. She continued, “I don’t mind cum on my face but I prefer it to get there by accident, rather than design.” We both laughed.
I felt compelled to defend ‘the facial.' I conceded that many facials looked like a sterile, staged act. Especially if the guy (or the male talent? This phrase always made me laugh) had to wank for an eternity before he could actually shoot off and the female who could look disinterested or reluctant.
But I countered, I thought the act of ejaculating onto a woman's face could be stunningly intimate and also a thing of beauty. Any submission on the part of the female could be reciprocated by the male, if he chose to lick it off or at the very least, clean up his partner.
There was a pause, as I think I had perplexed her with my ‘modern man’ approach to ‘the facial’ but then she eventually said, “I also love watching lesbians.”
“Do you think you could be tempted?” I asked.
“To go with another woman?” she clarified. I nodded.
“Abso-fucking-lutely! " She laughed.
“And a threesome?"
She replied, “I’ve never had any interest in being with two men, but another woman and a man… well, never say never.” She continued, “It would have to be the right man and the right woman.”
There was a pause. Mainly because I was thinking about a threesome. Then she said, "I think about you when I masturbate.”
"That's nice to know," was all I could think to say.
Then I replied, "Well then, perhaps you should know that when I masturbate, I often think about that summer."
I also considered confessing to wanking over her social media but I thought better of it.
"What do you think about?" she asked without a pause and with a serious look on her face.
I waited before I answered and then replied, “I think about seeing you naked and me sucking your breasts. I think about how I would lick my cum off of you and how we would then share it. I think about our bath together and then how we fucked."
She laughed and said, “It wasn’t much of a fuck.”
I laughed too and replied, "I also think about how different it would be if it happened now. I'm thirty-one. I know what I'm doing now." It was my turn to fix her with my gaze.
I realised I was running my fingertips on her leg. Again, there was a long pause.
"I need to go to the loo," I said.
I nodded my excuse and I went off to the toilet for a piss. While washing my hands I looked at myself in the mirror and I asked myself, "Would you like to have sex with your sister, again?" The pre-cum wet patch on my underwear told me the answer. I had had a hard-on most of the evening and I was desperate to see her naked and feel her body.
As I left the men's bathroom, I met my sister in the anteroom which separated the bathrooms from the bar. She pushed me against the wall, grabbed my face and kissed me, urgently. She exhaled, panting and licked my tongue, pressing her body against mine. If there had been the slightest doubt that I had read the situation wrong, it was gone now.
I put my arm around her waist and pulled her into me, so she could feel my erect cock. Her perfume was intoxicating and I wanted to lift her up so that she could wrap her legs around me while we kissed.
"Let's go to your hotel," she said.
We left the toilets and went to pay the bar bill. As I waited for the barman, she pressed her body against mine and I put my arm around her waist and rested my hand on top of her arse. The two pissed-up suits looked on in envy, thinking we were a couple who'd had a date, quite oblivious to the fact she was my sister.
The taxi ride was short but felt like an eternity. We sat close together, my left hand between her thighs which she clamped tightly. We arrived at my hotel and hurried to the lift. The doors opened and I followed her in. I pressed the button for floor six and we kissed again. More gently this time, less urgently. The lift stopped at my floor. We walked hand in hand to my room. I swiped the card and we entered.
She walked in first and still holding my hand, I closed the door behind us. She stopped and I pressed my body against her back. I placed both my arms around her waist and raised my hands to her breasts and squeezed them.
She lifted her head back and let out a sigh. I kissed her neck and her ear, still gently squeezing her breasts. My kisses found the back of her head and neck while my hands reached for the zip of her dress. I nuzzled the back of her head while I slowly unzipped her dress, all the way down to the small of her back.
A long, open-V, revealed her spine and I began to plant kisses and use my tongue all the way down her back. I slid my hands inside the back of her open dress at waist level and raised them, rubbing her smooth skin all the way to her neck. My thumbs briefly massaged the back of her neck, then my fingers slid onto her shoulders and I pushed her dress aside, revealing her beautiful, naked shoulders.
I kissed and licked her naked shoulders. I continued to push her dress over her arms and she pulled her arms out of her sleeves and then still with her back to me, she wriggled the dress over her hips and it fell to the floor.
She turned to face me and took two steps back. She stood before me, wearing a black bra and panties and those heels. She shifted her weight to one foot, arms down by her side as if to say, "Well, here I am. How fucking hot do I look?"
I answered by walking towards her and put my arms around her again while she began to unbutton my shirt. I reached for the clasp of her bra and undid it. All the time, we stared intently into each other’s eyes.
Her bra was loose but still covered her breasts as she finished unbuttoning my shirt. I hurriedly pulled my shirt out from my trousers and it dropped to the floor. She immediately placed her fingertips on my nipples and worked them in little circles, still staring into my eyes.
I speedily undid and removed my trousers and underwear in one lightning move and pulled my sister towards me. I lifted her loose bra up and she raised her arms to allow the complete release of her breasts.
I scooped her up in my arms and she placed her legs around me. She held my head and we kissed deeply, her naked breasts crushed against my chest. I longed for my cock to be inside her in this position but she still had her panties on.
I took her over to the corner of the bed and lay her down on her back. She put her arms above her head and I took hold of her panties and pulled them off her. She raised her legs together and lifted them high to allow the panties to be removed from her.
I held her legs in that position, savouring another potential position for me to fuck her in. Time to get serious. I parted her legs and lay between them. A quick kiss, then straight to her breasts. I held them under her chin and noisily licked and sucked on each one. For so many years I had only had my memories, now they were back in my mouth, again. Quickly, I placed my arm under her back and lifted her up the bed, placing her head on the pillows.
I ventured south. Kissed her stomach, kissed her bush and then I spread her legs wide. Her hands came down, she crossed her wrists and spread her vagina. There were touches of white cream on the edge of her vagina lips and clear fluid in between. I licked both. At first, my tongue probed inside her, as far as it could go. I glanced up at her as I licked and she held her hand over her mouth and breathed deeply.
I then began long strokes with my tongue, flicking her clit, every stroke. Still, she held herself open for me so I took each breast in my hand and used my thumb and first finger to tweak her nipples. I pushed one breast up to her chin and she responded by stretching her head and tongue to lick her own nipple. It was a wonderful sight.
I brought my hands down to her legs and she took over holding her breasts. Now, I held her vagina open. My mouth was clamped over her vagina and I tongued her clit rapidly. Her back arched and she held my head. At the same time, she clamped my head with her thighs. I stopped licking while she tensed and rocked in little movements, as she orgasmed.
When I surfaced, her juices were all over my chin. She pulled me up towards her and she licked and kissed my face, panting. In this position, my cock naturally found her hole and I eased myself in. We both let out a sigh when I entered and we continued to kiss and lick each other's tongues.
I began with long, slow strokes of my cock inside her and got up on my locked arms and stared down at her, as I thrust hard, into her. I was fucking my sister again and this time we were both mature adults and we knew exactly what we wanted. I fixed my stare with hers. Her face looked as if to plead with me not to stop fucking her. A look between anguish and ecstasy.
My thrusting became faster. I remembered all the positions I had fantasised about fucking her in but this plain, old missionary position was exactly where we wanted to be. I lent back and lifted her hips up to meet my thrusts. I then placed her legs together and put her feet to one side of my head. I found perfect timing with the spring of the mattress and concentrated on fucking her, as hard as I could.
Time to change again. I pulled out of her and while on my knees, I went to her mouth. I offered her my cock and she licked the little traces of foamed, white cream from my cock.
“Get onto your knees,” I commanded and she did so obligingly.
She placed her head on the mattress and her arse was spread, in front of me. Immediately, I began to lick her anus and this was met by small moans of approval. Time to fuck again. I entered her from behind and slowly guided myself into her vagina again. I straightened my back and gave her my full length.
As I thrust into her, I watched the ripple of her buttocks absorb my movements. My eyes followed the widening of her hips, then to the narrowing of her middle. My eyes tracked up her spine, the moles on her pale skin, all the way to the widening of her shoulders and her beautiful, long, shaved neck.
I ran my hands up her back as I fucked her. I reached her shoulders and pulled her up onto her arms. We both glanced over to the large mirror in front of the bed and gave out a little laugh at what we saw: my hands were now on her hips and I urgently pulled her towards my thrusting hips. Her breasts swayed back and forth, under her and I immediately put a hand underneath to feel one of those breasts and squeezed.
I felt that familiar tingling sensation in the base of my cock which told me my orgasm was building. In my many fantasies, I had shot my load on all parts of her body, in her mouth, over her hair but all I could think about was coming inside her. My thrusts quickened.
“I’m cumming!” I said.
She let out, “Fuck! Yes!”
I shouted a cry of intense relief, as I repeatedly pumped my cum into her.
My movements came to a slow stop and I stayed inside her. She would occasionally squeeze her vaginal muscles while I held that position. Another masturbatory fantasy I had entertained was watching my cum drip from her and this was something I was not going to miss.
“Is your phone close by?” I asked, still inside her.
Without asking why she moved to the edge of the bed to reach for her bag on the floor, my cock still inside her. She found the phone and I asked her to go to video mode. She handed the phone to me and I slowly withdrew my cock, while filming. My cock popped out and I focused on her slightly open vagina….no cum yet.
I inserted two fingers into her hot, soaking wet vagina. I filmed a slow finger fuck and then withdrew my fingers. They re-appeared covered in both clear juice and my white cum. I offered my fingers to her, while still filming and she looked straight into the camera and licked and sucked on my sticky-cum fingers. I put the phone down and kissed her, wanting a taste of the treasure, myself.
We both positioned ourselves back on the pillows and kissed and cuddled as we knew we had all night. We must have fallen asleep for a few hours. The lights were still on but low. She was on her side with her back to me. I couldn’t take my eyes off her the beautifully smooth, pale skin of her back or her neck. I placed my nose and mouth up to the back of her neck and kissed and nuzzled her shaved hair.
At the same time, I reached around her front and found her breasts. I couldn’t resist and slowly circled her soft nipples with my finger. My cock was hard again and rested in her butt cleft. She began to stir. Her head came towards mine, she gave a small moan and her nipple became slightly erect. I was so horny. I lifted her arm over my head, pulled her upper body to face me and licked and sucked her nipple. In the low light, I saw she wasTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.
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