I told her plainly that, whilst I may be slightly biased, she was stunning. Now I wasn’t lying; all three of the girls had gotten their looks from mom, and while the twins were extremely pretty, Sandra was the most beautiful, maybe even attractive enough to have become a model.
Her head was down, and she seemed to be mulling over her thoughts, there was a hesitation in her voice as she asked about the occasion between Gran and myself.
“Did it not feel strange when you both first undressed? Was she not embarrassed about her body? She’s a lot older than you, and you have to admit, there is plenty of her.”
I chuckled as I explained to her, “You’ve got to remember we’d had a bit to drink and to be honest, once she was naked, I found her attractive. She’s a good-looking woman; yes, there is a bit more of her, but large can be just as beautiful. Once we got down to it, it never crossed my mind that she was my grandmother, she was just a woman, one who aroused me.”
Sandra was giving me that imperceptible nod again, still hesitant about saying what was on her mind. Gently, she ran her hands over her bump as she told me, “Being pregnant isn’t too bad; I can put up with most things. What is getting me down at the moment is that I feel as randy as hell and currently can’t do anything about it.”
She left the sentence hanging in the air as she shyly glanced up at me.
Getting to my feet, I went to the telephone and called my mother.
“Hi, mom, it’s Alister. Sandra is here at the moment…… No, she’s fine. She’s just a little tired and wants some quiet…… I’m going to put her to bed here and let her have a rest. If it gets too late, we’ll both see you in the morning…… Okay, bye.” I put the phone down and returned to the lounge, Sandra was looking at me questioningly.
“I may be getting this wrong, and I apologise now if I am. You seem to be suggesting something without saying it directly. So, if what I’m guessing is correct, then you have all afternoon to change your mind if you want to. If you’re still here come evening, then I’m guessing that you want something to happen.”
I gathered the cups up, going into the kitchen to rinse them off and make us another brew. Several minutes passed before I noticed her standing in the doorway. Turning, I rested my back against the worktop as she stepped towards me.
She stopped a foot away, close enough but not too close.
Her voice was a whisper as she told me, “I’ll still be here this evening. I know I’m going to sound like a hypocrite, especially after what I said. I’m scared, but I want it to happen.”
She stared constantly at the floor as she spoke, fearful of looking at me.
Stepping forward, I closed the gap and lifted her head,
“Close your eyes.”
My lips gently met hers as I kissed her softly, but that was all there was to it. I didn’t do anything else — no tongues, no attempts at arousal — just a pure and simple kiss. At first, she was hesitant, but as the kiss progressed, she responded, her arms going around my neck as she pulled me to her.
“Go and sit down. Nothing more is going to happen yet, not until I’m convinced that you have thought this through.”
For the rest of the afternoon. I purposely brought up subjects concerning sex, asking her what she liked and what she had tried. What didn’t she like? Were there things she refused to do? I asked her what the sex had been like between her and James and how many other men she had been in bed with.
Initially, I could tell she was embarrassed. Here she was, telling her younger brother what kind of things she liked to do in bed, but as we discussed the subject, her embarrassment wore off. In turn, she asked me questions, and sometimes it was difficult to give her a definitive answer without making it obvious that the sex between me and Gran was more than a one-off.
As teatime approached, I made us a meal and telephoned my mother once more. I wanted to put her mind at ease and make sure that she didn’t suddenly decide to come over.
With the meal, I opened a bottle of wine.
“I’m sure one glass won’t do you or the baby any harm,” I said, pouring a little into her glass. Sandra had relaxed considerably, and to be honest, I was looking forward to what I hoped was going to happen.
For all but the last year of my life, I had never thought of the females in my family in any kind of sexual context; they were who they were. But in the last twelve months, I had bedded my grandmother and both of my twin sisters and now here I was, about to take my pregnant sister to bed and make love to her, perhaps I was what Sandra had first called me, ‘a pervert.’
After the meal, I let her relax while I cleared everything away before joining her in the lounge. She had topped up her glass, so I helped myself to another. Again, the conversation turned to sex; only this time I told her of the things I wanted to do to her, and how her body turned me on, pointing out to her the effect it was having on my groin.
Her breathing increased as she looked down at the prominent bulge in the front of my pants, evidence of my desire for her. Resting my hand on her bump, I momentarily felt the slight movement within as I gently caressed it. My hand moved higher with each sweep as I headed towards her breasts.
I never actually touched them, but the prospect of my caress had her chest rising and falling rapidly. I kissed her, but this time there was passion in the kiss, and she responded in kind, her tongue exploring my lips and mouth as her hands roamed up and down my body.
I could tell where her hands wanted to go, but still unsure of herself, she hesitated. As our lips parted. I got up from the couch and held out my hand.
“Would you like to join me?”
Sisterly Love
Leading her up the stairs and into Gran’s room, sure that the old dear wouldn’t have minded on this occasion; it was, I would say, all for a worthy cause. Closing the door behind us, I took my sister in my arms. This time as I kissed her, my hands went to her breasts; they were large and heavy, and I heard her grunt with pleasure as I cupped and squeezed them gently.
Stepping back, I slowly started to undo the buttons on the front of her maternity dress. As I reached her bosom, Sandra suddenly had a panic attack.
“Can we turn the light out, and then you turn around Alister while I undress and get into bed?” I got the distinct feeling that she was ashamed of her body.
I turned around and flicked the light switch, the room suddenly plunged into darkness. It felt a little disorienting trying to stare at objects I could not see, so I closed my eyes. My ears picked up every sound; Sandra’s heavy, nervous breathing and the rustle of material as her dress fell to the floor. Next was the sound of elastic contracting as she removed her bra, closely followed by what I presume were her panties.
Hearing the bed creak and the covers move, I asked if it was okay to turn around.
“Yes, it is, but leave the light off, please.”
I quickly undressed and felt my way over to the bed, but having no idea which side she was on, I had to do everything by touch. Slipping beneath the sheets, I moved towards her and felt that first thrill as my bare skin touched hers.
Lying on my side, my hand gently traced a pattern along her thigh and as far as her hip before resting there. At least now I knew that she was on her side facing me. I’d never thought about it before, but how was I supposed to grind my erection against her fanny when I couldn’t get near her for her belly?
She must have sensed my predicament as she rolled over, turning her back to me,
“Cuddle in behind me,” she whispered. “That way you can touch every inch.”
She was correct; with my throbbing member jammed against her buttocks, it was easy to reach over and fondle her breasts. I tested one, cupping it in my hand, and was surprised at the weight, assuming it was full of milk. Squeezing softly, my fingers teased her nipples and brought them erect as I allowed her to lead me in what she liked.
I soon had her whimpering with the attention her tits were getting. Sandra rolled onto her back as I kissed her once more, my cock now pushing against her thigh. Her hand moved, squeezing between us, and then my body experienced something akin to an electric shock as she encountered my shaft and traced a pattern along its length.
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