“Wes used to take me to gay bars, did you know that?” she asked me.
“No, I don’t think it ever came up,” I replied with a bit of a chuckle.
“I wasn’t good enough for him, that’s really what the problem with our marriage was,” she said, sounding defeated.
“Not good enough?” I told her, “You were devoted to him, you’re gorgeous, and you enjoy sex. At least you do with your vibrator. Any straight man would be grateful to be with you!” I said firmly.
“You’re my brother, of course you’re gonna tell me that,” she said sadly looking down at herself.
“Really Rachel,” I said. “Was he good in bed? Was he a good fuck?”
The harshness of the question seemed to snap Rachel out of her pity party. She looked at me quite seriously.
“What does that mean?” she asked.
“When he was fucking you, was he good? Did he take his time? Could he make you orgasm?” I asked bluntly.
Rachel looked at me like she was offended. Then she stared at the water for a long time. I thought she was pissed at me for asking. Eventually she looked back at me.
“He was alright,” she said.
“Alright? Sex should be way better than just alright,” I told her
“Not everyone is like you Dec,” she said “Some of us don’t need to orgasm like a porn star every time.”
“I’m surprised you orgasmed at all.” I said flippantly.
“Fuck you,” she said “why are you reminding about the things I couldn’t do for him? It doesn’t help.” She took a big sip of wine.
“He couldn’t make you cum?” I asked her with surprise.
“He told me it was too hard for him to try and make me cum and be able to concentrate on what he was doing.” she said.
“Too hard? How fast do you orgasm when you masturbate?” I asked her.
“I am not having this conversation with my brother!” she said firmly. “It’s just too weird.”
“Marrying a gay guy and not having sex for 5 years is weirder,” I said with a bit of a laugh.
“It’s not fucking funny!” She yelled at me. She was getting very upset.
I felt terrible for joking about it knowing she was really hurt. I looked her in the eyes, “Listen, I’m sorry Rachel, I’m sorry this happened to you and I’m sorry I didn’t realize how much it hurt you.”
Rachel paused; she could tell the apology was sincere.
“It’s still pretty raw,” she said thoughtfully, “thank you for understanding.”
“Should we get an early night?” I asked her.
“Can we at least finish our wine before we turn in?” she asked.
“We can do anything you want,” I said with a half-smile.
Rachel relaxed and she moved down the sofa until her back was against the arm. She was facing me now and had one foot up on the sofa with her knee bent. Her pink panties were clearly visible again.
I tried not to look but her pussy was right under there, and I knew I shouldn’t be so turned on by seeing panties, but I was.
“Why did you want to know how fast I can orgasm when I masturbate,” Rachel asked me shyly.
The question caught me off guard. I decided at that moment that I needed to be truthful with her. No more joking.
“I wanted to prove a point about Wes,” I replied.
“What point was that?” she asked.
“You orgasm every time you masturbate, don’t you?” I asked.
“Yes, if you need to hear me say it, I orgasm every time I masturbate. it’s kind of the point Dec.” she said a tiny bit exasperated.
“It is easy to orgasm? If you only have 5 minutes, can you get there?”
“This is so weird,” Rachel said. “Yes, I can orgasm fast when I need too.”
“So, your body works perfectly. The problem wasn’t you at all, it was Wes. He couldn’t find 5 minutes to satisfy you.” I told her.
“But I must be difficult to satisfy!” she said.
“You can cum in as little as 5 minutes Rachel, you are super easy to satisfy.” I said firmly.
She took another sip of wine. I could see her mind was busy processing the conversation we just had.
“Was he able to cum?” I asked her.
“He did in the beginning,” she replied quickly. I was surprised how open she was.
“When did he stop cumming then?” I questioned.
Rachel sighed deeply, “After the first few times always had trouble staying hard, I thought I just wasn’t sexy enough for him. He came less and less often over the years. Then about 5 years ago we stopped having sex all together.” she replied.
“He was attracted to men Rachel, that’s why he was going soft, no wonder you never could orgasm with him.” I said.
“He would start off really hard but it never lasted, then I would end up in tears. We just stopped trying after a while.” she said dejectedly.
“He should have been honest with you Rachel. He’s the one to blame, not you. You tried your best, but in the end. he was gay.” I told her.
“I wish he wasn’t gay,” she said,” I loved him, he was the first man I ever had sex with.”
“You had boyfriends before you got married, you must have had sex with them.” I asked.
“I did but never intercourse. I didn’t have much confidence in my body back then and the guys I dated were happy with blowjobs, it’s pretty sad really,” she said.
I was blown away to hear her backstory, how could my sister be over 40 and only ever fucked one guy. A gay guy. I clearly needed more wine.
I poured myself a half glass and Rachel held out her glass for me to top up.
“I’ll bet your sex life isn’t the disaster mine is. What is sex like for you?” she asked.
“It depends,” I replied, “There are many different kinds of sex and I get different kinds of pleasure depending on what I’m doing.”
“I don’t understand,” she replied, “sex is sex,”
“Umm, not for everyone it isn’t.” “First date sex is usually pretty tame but the excitement of someone new is very enticing. It’s much different than a woman walking into the room with a whip in her hand that she intends to use on you. Then there’s the woman who wants to be tied up and dominated. That’s as much mental sex as it is physical sex.”
“You’ve done all that?” She asked.
“Yes, I’ve been a bit adventurous over the years.” I replied.
“Do you like one kind more than the others?” she questioned.
“Forbidden fruit is always hardest to resist.” I replied with a grin.
“What is forbidden fruit?” she asked,
“You know, sex with a married woman, your friend’s wife or the office hottie. Basically, any women you absolutely shouldn’t have sex with. ” I replied.
She caught me looking at her panties as I spoke and pulled her t-shirt down. “Dec, I’m your sister, not the office hottie.”
I was a bit embarrassed, but I tried to explain. “Rachel, can I ask you if you saw me naked in my bedroom walking around would you have a good look?” I asked her.
“Maybe for a second,” she said,
“What if you knew for sure I couldn’t tell you were watching me, would you watch for longer.
“Probably, but you’re still my brother so it would be kinda weird.” she replied.
“Then you know exactly how I feel. I know I shouldn’t be looking at your panties. It’s very weird because you are my sister, but I can’t stop myself because you are so crazy friggin sexy to look at.” I laughed.
Rachel became a bit shy and even blushed a little. We both took a sip of wine and looked out into the night sky.
“Do you really think I’m sexy?” she asked, “You can be honest with me.”
“I think you’re very sexy, but you’ve lost your confidence because of Wes. Once you let that go you will bounce back,” I told her.
“But I need to know how you know I’m sexy?” She asked.
“I’ve been getting aroused just by looking at you in your sexy pink underwear for the past 2 hours, do you need more convincing than that?” I laughed.
“At least someone notices my underwear,” she said as she got up off the sofa.
“I’m exhausted and I want to go to bed, we should continue this conversation tomorrow, you are giving me lots to think about.” She turned and headed up the stairs.
I put away the glasses and the bottle before making sure the doors were locked and the lights were all out. It took a few minutes before I headed up the stairs.
When I got to the top of the stairs, I could hear a loud buzzing coming from Rachels room. At first, I thought it was an electric toothbrush. I went and brushed my own teeth, then jumped into bed. I could still hear the buzzing and thought she really likes her teeth clean. Then I heard her moan.
It didn’t take long and there was another moan, followed by “Ummm, Ummm.” I smiled to myself as I listened to my sister masturbating loudly in the next room.
I pictured her huge, corded vibrator grinding away on her pussy. The “Ummm’s” got louder and switched to “Right there,” before there was a deep growling sound followed by a peaceful “Mmmmm.”
I loved that she had gone to bed early so she could look after herself. There was hope for her yet. I briefly considered rubbing one out myself, but the wine was doing its work and I was sleepy. You can rub out 2 tomorrow, I told myself as I drifted off to sleep.
The next morning, I woke up and went downstairs to find Rachel in the kitchen making breakfast. She had on tight black yoga pants and a sports bra that left no question as to where and how large her nipples were. Her breasts looked as firm as a 25-year-olds.
“Wow, someone’s a hottie today,” I said as I walked into the kitchen area.
“Whatever,” she replied, “Want some eggs?”
“Sure, what’s the occasion?” I asked.
“I’ve decided to work on me again,” she said, “Do the things I enjoy, like running. Today I’m starting with a 3-mile jog.”
“I like the sound of that,” I told her, “What has you so motivated?”
“You were right last night, none of this is my fault. I should have gotten out sooner, but I can’t change that. From now on I’m only gonna do the things I really enjoy.” she said confidently.
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