Literotic asexstories – Comforting My Sister Pt. 01 by Seebob69,Seebob69
We had spoken by Facetime often, but on this sad anniversary, I wanted to be there in person to give her all the support that she would surely need. Cathy is my only sibling and being two years older than me, I looked up to her and adored her. She was always there for me, the rock that I relied on, a wise counsel when I needed advice, understanding when I stuffed up, a shoulder to cry on when life was difficult. It was the very least that I could be there for her as the bitter memories of those days a year ago, were sure to resurface.
Lost in my thoughts, time escaped me and before I knew it, I had arrived at the farm gate. Unlocking the gate, driving through and closing it behind me, I set off down the gravel road that after one kilometre would lead to the homestead. Topping one last rise, the house lay before me; a simple sandstone cottage, surrounded on all sides by a bullnose verandah. The cottage itself was enclosed by a white picket fence and on the side leading to the front entrance was a colourful garden, bejewelled with flowers of every colour of the rainbow. I knew that the garden was Cathy’s pride and joy and it heartened me to see that despite the hard year that transpired, Cathy had lovingly cared for it, no doubt a source of distraction to her grief.
I pulled to a stop to see Cathy running towards me. My heart was racing, filled with joy to see her in the flesh again. Not only was Cathy a beautiful person in heart and soul, but she was a true physical beauty. Tall and only an inch shorter than my six feet, her hair had a lustrous golden glow that glistened in the setting sun. Piercing blue eyes, set amongst high cheekbones, perfect teeth and plump ruby lips set off her elegant face. Her full but firm bosom tapered down to her taunt waist and her hourglass figure was completed with her trim, round bum. She could have been a model if she so desired, but she loved the quite life on the farm and being one with nature.
Cathy had always been the free spirit. Perhaps it was in the blood, our parents encouraged our independence and liberal thoughts. The dinner table was the scene of robust conversations on any and all topics and when accompanied by a bottle or two of wine, they could become animated yet never disrespectful. The clothing code was relaxed to say the least and nudity was common and accepted as the norm. I know that both Cathy and I were so grateful for the balanced and loving lifestyle that our parents provided us.
“Oh Greg, you are here my darling brother, it is so good to see you,” enthused Cathy, wrapping her arms around me and giving me a firm kiss on the lips.
She was the picture of summer simplicity, wearing a floral sundress with thin spaghetti straps, yellows and blues dominated. Not surprisingly, she was not wearing a bra, as she rarely did and certainly wouldn’t in this hot weather. More than likely as well, she would not have bothered with panties.
“Cathy, it’s so good to see you too, I have missed you so much,” I cried, feeling a tear well up in my eyes. I had wrapped my arms around her as well and held her tight, rocking her gently. She smelt faintly of lavender, and I was transported instantly back to the time we lived together at home and the smell of her body after a shower. It seems she still had a preference for that particular scent.
“Come inside out of this heat,” Cathy said, releasing her grip on me, “here, let me help you with your bags.”
I do travel pretty light, so only one bag of clothes and personal effects, but I brought some wine and beer, so between the two of us we soon had everything in the house.
A cool breeze wafted through the open door. I remembered Cathy’s cottage as being cosy warm in Winter and refreshingly cool in Summer. And there was nothing nicer than having a drink on the front verandah, in the shade as the sun set over the back paddock.
“I have a cold beer in the fridge Greg, would you like one?” Cathy enquired.
“Is the Pope a Catholic?” I replied sarcastically, knowing that Cathy would laugh at this as it was my stock response when asked if I want a beer.
“Smart arse!” Cathy responded, “I’ll bring it out on the front verandah, with some nibblies. Do you want to change?”
“I’d love a beer first, then I might have a shower and get into something more comfortable, if that is OK,” I said.
“Greg, you just make yourself at home, you don’t have to ask for anything, what do they say, mi casa es su casa?”
I loved that I could relax and be myself in Cathy’s presence. It had always been the case; we were like two peas in a pod growing up and I can’t recall us ever having harsh words.
We sat and chatted, catching up on the events of the past twelve months and how Cathy had coped. Pleasingly, she was doing well, keeping herself occupied with the farm. There was no mention of any new love interest, but this did not surprise me as even when Colin was alive, they kept to themselves pretty much. I did recall Cathy telling me once that they had as friends, a couple that shared their love of nudism, who would visit occasionally. When I mentioned this, Cathy said that she had only seen them once since Colin passed away. Sadly, she sensed a change in their attitude, and she did not expect to see much of them in the future.
I had finished my first beer, so decided to have a shower and change.
“I’ll just go for that shower, Cathy, then maybe another beer eh, that first one went down a treat,” I said.
“Go for it, and as I said, make yourself comfortable. I’ll make us up some more nibblies,” Cathy replied.
“Cathy, I thought it would be nice to spend some naked time with you. What do you think?” I enquired, hoping that Cathy would agree. I was confident that she would, as that was pretty much her lifestyle and it would be nice to renew the habit we had when we lived together at home.
“Oh for sure Greg,” Cathy responded enthusiastically, “I was hoping that we could forget about clothes while you are here. Go have your shower and I will get out of this dress.”
“Excellent,” I responded as I headed to the bathroom.
I felt so much better after my shower, and pleased that I would not have to get dressed as it was still so hot. I dried off and casually walked back to the front verandah.
Good to her word, Cathy had dispensed with her dress and was sitting, awaiting me, with a cheese and cold meat platter and a fresh beer each. She was a vision of beauty; her body was golden brown from head to toe, proof certain that she spent the majority of her time naked. As she saw me approach, she got to her feet and ran to give me a big hug.
“Oh, Greg, it is just like old times at home, us naked together, it’s just the most natural thing in the world,” Cathy gushed.
“It sure is sis,” I heartily concurred.
“Let me look at you,” I said pushing her away. I ran my eyes over her gorgeous body, refreshing my memory of the times we spent naked at home. Nothing much had changed, she was as beautiful as ever, her nice sized, firm breasts, her tight muscular stomach, her shaved pussy, her long, lean legs. She was a sight to behold.
“You look great Cathy; farm life clearly agrees with you. You have a great tan, you must be naked a lot,” I said, stating the obvious.
“Yes Greg, I am. You know how I love being naked and I can be that way all day here, it’s so private,” Cathy explained, “and look at you, getting to the gym I see.”
“Yep, my desk job meant that I wasn’t getting enough exercise. The gym is right next door to work, so I go pretty well every day,” I replied.
Mutual appreciation appraisal done and dusted, we sat down to enjoy another beer. The sun had well and truly set, but it was still pleasantly warm.
“You must be hungry Greg,” Cathy realised, “I thought that we might have a chicken salad, it’s too hot to cook.”
“That’s fine by me, let me help you get it ready,” I said, getting up and together we strolled to the kitchen.
With dinner finished we retired to the lounge room to watch a bit of television. Cathy sat on the couch beside me and we cuddled as we watched some trashy reality show. Cathy’s naked body next to mine brought back fond memories of our time at home when mum and dad sat on one couch, Cathy and me on the other, all naked and watching television, or maybe playing cards. I never took for granted my privileged upbringing.
I must have fallen asleep as next thing I knew, Cathy was shaking my shoulders.
“Hey sleepyhead, time for bed for you, you fell asleep; I know that show was boring, but you have had a big day,” Cathy rationalized.
Cathy helped me to my feet. It was only then that I realized that I was sporting half an erection. I wasn’t concerned, it was nothing that she hadn’t seen before. Our parents taught us that there was no shame in our natural bodily functions and erections come and go. Dad had them, I had them, and the girls largely ignored them, albeit with the occasional cheeky remark.
Cathy walked me to my bed and I climbed in.
“Sleep tight little brother,” she said as she gave me a kiss on my lips, “no need to get up early in the morning, so have a good sleep in, but there are a few jobs that you can help me with.”
“Looking forward to it, who knows, I might make a good farmer,” I joked.
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