“I thought you knew he was kinda gay or bi maybe,” I replied, “I assumed you were comfortable with it, or him, or whatever.”
I wasn’t helping the conversation and I knew it.
“Kinda gay?” she said emotionally, “What the fuck is a kinda gay?”
“You know, kinda,” I paused and shrugged before saying, “gay.”
Rachel looked like she wanted to kill me and shouted at the sky, “I married a gay man!”
She started to laugh at herself. “That’s right everyone, he liked men so much he married me!” Her laughter and tears became uncontrollable.
I was worried she was having a mental meltdown. Not knowing what else to do I shouted at the sky, “And she hasn’t been laid in 5 years!”
She looked at me like I was from the moon and quickly grabbed my arm. “Don’t say that out loud, I’ll never get laid again.” she said quietly as her laughter started to fade and she was serious again.
“Let’s order some dinner and see how many bottles of wine we can destroy,” I told her with a smile.
She looked at me like she was still a bit lost. “I’d love that,” she said, “You order, and I’ll get unpacked.”
“Great, the bedrooms are on the top floor, yours is the one on the right. Need a hand with your bags?” I asked.
“No,” she replied, “I need to get used to doing things for myself again.” She headed back to the front door and got her things.
40 minutes later there was a knock on the door and a big bag of Thai food was filling the room with its spicy aroma. The Pad Thai, Kai Jeow and Tom Saap all looked delicious. I grabbed a nice Merlot to enjoy while we ate. I laid it all out on the island in the kitchen so we could sit beside each other and enjoy the view.
Rachel was upstairs for a long time before she came down. She was wearing a long T-shirt with bare well-tanned legs. She had no makeup on, and her blonde hair was pulled back, it gave her a nice girl next door look. It reminded me of the way she dressed for bed as a teen, and I was happy to see a bit of the old Rachel again.
“This looks and smells amazing!” she said as she got to the bottom of the stairs.
I poured a glass of wine and handed it to her. “To new beginnings!” I said.
“New beginnings!” she said. We clinked our glasses and sipped our wine.
The wine felt warm going down and had a great smoky finish to it. We sat down and enjoyed our food while watching the sun go down over the river. The conversation was light and focused on the condo complex and how to get around town easily.
After we finished eating and cleaned away the plates, we took the bottle of wine and moved into the living room. The sun had gone down completely and the lights off Old Town were shimmering in the water. It was very relaxing to watch the boats pass while we sipped our drinks.
I refilled both our glasses and put on some quiet music. The white L shaped couch faced the water and Rachel sat on one section, while I sat on the other. You could see the tension in her body was starting to melt away from the effect of the wine on her.
As she relaxed and leaned back her T-shirt rode up enough that I could see she was wearing bright pink panties. It felt weird to be looking at them, but every man seems to have a built-in radar for these things.
I smiled to myself because every other woman who sat on that couch and showed me her panties eventually was taking them off for me. Seeing the plump lips of her pussy cradled in that thin pink material make me start to ache again.
I snapped out of it quickly and changed my angle slightly so I wouldn’t be tempted to look anymore, playfully telling myself in my head to stop being such a fucking pervert.
After the second glass of wine was gone, Rachel started to talk about Wes. I poured the last drops of our bottle into her glass and grabbed another one from the kitchen. The two glasses she had already were making her a bit tipsy and she opened up some more to me.
“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.”
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