Empty Nesters – Part 3

A new incest sex story: Empty Nesters – Part 3

I didn’t really know what to do. I felt bad, but I didn’t have much control over how my body was reacting to the physical contact she was giving me. Slowly the swelling was going back down. I decided I’d go in and work on some dinner preparations. I figured I would make some shrimp Alfredo over a wilted spinach rather than a bunch of pasta since we already carb’d out that morning.

The first thing I did was go change back into some baggy clothing. I put on some clothes I held back from my heavy days. At one point I’d weighted as much as 275. Even at 6′ 3″ that’s too much. I had a pretty low esteem going from the divorce and there is always bad food to eat on the rig. It took a lot of willpower to get back to my 220 and maintain it. That still had me as bulky, but I had a lot of muscle. That was the period of my life when I converted one of the rooms in the house to an exercise room.

Walking back into the kitchen in my frumpy cloths, I started to make the sauce. I cooked the onions and garlic first in some olive oil and then cooked the shrimp. The way I make Alfredo is with cream cheese, milk, a little half and half and a little butter. With the sauce made all I needed to do was wilt the spinach lightly in the microwave. Quick, easy and not too fattening, but still comfort food. I liked to call it healthy comfort food. I wasn’t sure what to do about Katie. I figured she’d come out when she smelled the food, but that plan wasn’t working, at least not yet.

The sauce would keep like it was for a hour or so I figured, so I turned on the news for a bit. After 30 minutes or so, I went to her door and knocked. “Katie, I’m really sorry about earlier. Don’t you want to eat.” There was no answer. I cracked the door and found her on the bed asleep. She’d change clothes too and appeared to have cried her self to sleep. I felt like a real bum, but I also wanted to fix this if I could. Kneeling on the floor beside her I stroked her hair and whispered. “Katie” a few times until she stirred. “Hey, I just wanted to tell you how bad I felt about earlier.”

Oh, Dan. You need to stop apologizing to me. I was the one teasing you. Then when you responded to our physical closeness, I loss my nerve. She reached up and hugged me to her. Then she whispered to me. “I love you and my body wants you too. I just need to wrap my head around that.”

Hey, we have all the time in the world for what ever life has in store for us. I said. “You don’t have to do anything you for me. I’m here to support you. I love you so much and just wish I could take your pain on for you.”

You do, don’t you? she whispered hugging me closer. We stayed like that for several minutes until her tension relaxed. Finally, she asked in a soft voice, “What smells so good?”

Oh, I made some shrimp Alfredo sauce to go over wilted spinach. You hungry? I asked finally breaking the embrace.

You don’t know how hungry I am. she sighed sitting up and scooting to the edge of the bed. “One more hug, little brother.” she said hugging me again as I knelt. Then she got up and we went out into the kitchen.

Won’t be but a minute or so, I just need to reheat the sauce and steam the spinach for about 30 seconds. I told her as she pulled up a bar stool to the granite island where I was cooking.

The kitchen had a nice work triangle and was really another reason I’d held on to the house. It had this island with gas cook top at one end and space to eat at the other. It also had really modern stainless steel vent hood, although I rarely used it, it just made it look like a professional kitchen. As the sauce came back to a boil, I sprinkled a tiny bit of water on the spinach in her bowl covered it with a plate and placed it in the microwave for 30 seconds. At the ding, the sauce was just right and I put a generous serving on top of the wilted spinach.

Here you go. I said placing it at her seat. “Would you like some grated Parmesan and black pepper?”

Ooo, yes, just the cheese please. she affirmed.

As I ground the cheese I realized I hadn’t gotten any utensils. “Let me get you some utensils.”

This looks nice Dan. she said sniffing it deeply.

I like cooking when I’m home. So much of what I get on the rig is pre-made or over cooked or unhealthy. as said as I handed her a knife, fork and cloth napkin. “The pepper grinder is here if you change your mind.” I said placing it on the island.

I started fixing my bowl the same as I’d done for hers. Then pulled a stool up opposite her and started to eat. Then feeling stupid, I asked. “Hey, did you want some red or white wine to go with this?”

Oh, um yea, what do you have that would go well with this? she asked.

I have a really excellent Riesling that’s chilled or I have a nice Sangiovese that I love with any meal. I really had around 100 or more bottles in my collection. It was something else I had spent some of my money on upgrading the house. “I have a bunch of other stuff in my wine cellar.” It wasn’t really a cellar since we don’t have many basements in Corpus Christi, but it was a temperature and humidity controlled room, where I was building a collection.

I think I’ll try the Riesling. she said.

Pulling it out of the little wine refrigerator under the island, I got out the corkscrew and opened it up. I presented her with the cork with a little flourish. “Here you are ma’am, does it suit you?”

She smiled a broad beautiful smile. Her eyes twinkled as she answered, “It smells fantastic, kind sir.”

Excellent, I’ll pour you a glass. I said with a little bow.

As I got down some glasses from the rack, she watched me intently. I was poured hers and gave it to her to taste. “How is it I asked?”

It has a very nice flavor and it really goes with this meal. she said. I finished pouring her glass and then mine. As I was sitting down to take a sip, she asked me, “Do you treat all of your dates to such finery?”

I nearly spit my wine out my nose at the bluntness. “Well, um.” I said trying to recover. “I don’t have many dates these days. I have a lot of trust issues.”

Her eyes betrayed her mirth as she continued. “You don’t have to work so hard for me.”

Stunned at the turn in mood and tone, I was just happy she was happy. “I generally like my dates to be happy and comfortable. There should be as little tension as possible. I’m so happy you came.”

Reaching across the bar she took my hand. “Thanks little brother, you really are one of the good ones.”

As we finished eating I was admiring her face. I just sat there sipping my Riesling. She finally looked me directly in the eyes, “What?”

Nothing sis, I was just looking at you. I looked away feeling the tension coming back. It felt pretty precarious right now. “You are very pretty in this light. I’m sorry I was staring.” I got up to start cleaning up the kitchen.

I told you to stop apologizing Dan. I just wondered what you were thinking. I wasn’t accusing you of anything. Here, let me help you with all this.

You don’t have to do that Katie bug. I said instinctively. “I just want you to begin the healing process.”

I like cleaning, little brother. It clears my mind. It helps me feel better about myself when my surroundings are tidy. Your house is very tidy, it puts me at ease. she said giving me a hug as she rounded the counter.

We cleaned up the cooking area and placed all the dishes and pans in the dishwasher. Then I poured myself another glass and asked, “Would you like another glass?” She nodded and I poured.

She walked back over to the recliner sofa and sat down in the middle, and patted the seat where I’d sat last night. “Come sit with me.” she pleaded me gently.

Of course. I said assuming my place beside her.

Snuggling up to me she sighed. “I’m thinking about going back to school.”

Hey, that’s a good idea. I encouraged. “Are you thinking of completing your engineer?”

Yea, it feels like the right thing to do. I have money coming from the settlement. I just think it would give me something else to focus on than the betrayal and loss. she said stroking my knee.

You are welcome to stay here while you go. Texas A&M has a campus here. I offered.

That might be just the thing little brother. she said sitting up to give me a kiss.

I wasn’t expecting it when she placed her lips on mine. I didn’t kiss back at first, but it felt like she wasn’t moving away quick enough. Time might have slowed down or something I was feeling pretty confused. Suddenly our tongues were touching and electricity alive between our mouths. As our mouths parted a soft moan emanated from her throat. “I don’t know why I did that.” she blushed.

It was very nice. I said lightly touching her face. “You know I love you and I would do almost anything for you.”

Yes, you are helping me. I should have asked first. she said kind of admonishing herself and turning her face downward towards her lap.

I moved my hand to her face and gently tilted it back to look at me. “You don’t have to ask sis.” I whispered.

She snuggled into my chest and relaxed. We just sat there for an hour. It was just nice to hold each other. I would occasionally stroke her hair, she would occasionally shift or stroke my knee. She was clearly having an internal struggle.

Dan, could we sleep in a bed tonight? she finally asked.

Oh, sure. I laughed. “Sleeping on the sofa wasn’t really my plan last night. It just kind of happened that way.”

Would you mind if I slept with you?, she pressed.

I have a California king bed that you are welcome to share. It is a little longer than the one in the guest room.

I just want to be held. Last night was so nice, but I just have a little cramp from sleeping on your chest. she giggled.

OK, well let me change the sheets on it first. I offered.

We don’t need to do that, I like how you smell. It reminds me of um – she cut herself short.

Rescuing her from her own words I quickly said, “Well, I’m pretty tired and you still have some dark circles under your eyes. Did you want to go now?” I asked stroking her long blond hair lightly.

Yes, I just need to get my nightgown from my bag and brush my teeth.