A Woman in Hardware Ch. 03
The next morning when Chris got out of bed, Helen had already left for work. He checked on Jill, but
she was sound asleep. Chris did that which he didn't want and phoned a sleepy
Sue. He apologized telling her he wouldn't be able to come over. His sister
needed him for some shopping downtown. Chris told her how much he regretted they
wouldn't be together. Just before Chris hung up, he told her to keep her hands
off the squeak. She laughed and told him there wasn't a chance, because it
bothered her too much. She hung up giggling. Chris could already imagine sexy
Sue's hands roaming her own body.
Chris went upstairs for a shower and
waited for Jill to wake. Once she was awake and downstairs, they sat down
together for coffee. Chris explained, "I've cleared my day for you. We have a
lot to talk about. Are you still sure you want me as a lover as well as a
brother?"
"Yes," Jill replied.
Chris asked, "Does that mean a
total commitment like a marriage or can we have other lovers? Remember, these
rules are for a lifetime."
"We might want marriage or other partners some
day," Jill allowed.
Looking her straight in the eye Chris said, "I'd be
pretty unhappy if I had to give up Sue, but I will if that's what it'll
take."
"Do I have the right to interfere in your love life with Sue at
any time?"
"What do you mean by that?" he asked. It was then established
what Jill wanted was first right. In other words, if Jill wanted him, she got
him and Sue would need to wait for another night. Chris agreed, because he still
had no intention of ending up in his sister's bed. He was honest enough with
her, but he hoped he could manipulate her enough she would no longer want him.
Then, he laid it on her, "Since we're becoming a couple, I want to be proud of
you." Chris wanted not to dictate, but share in the selection of her clothing.
Chris, of course, would give her the same right. She agreed after considerable
debate.
They scrounged all the money they could find from the jobs they
had that summer. They went to their first clothing stores together. Chris
flipped a coin and lost so Jill won the right to choose a new outfit for him
first. It was a little more subdued than he would have normally liked, but he
had to admit he looked nice. Their tastes blended well. They went to a woman's
store and the trials began. Anything Chris liked, Jill wouldn't be caught dead
wearing. Finally, they left the store and he took her to a place that sold
patterns for dressmakers. They looked at catalogue after catalogue until they
had some ideas, then they returned to a woman's shop. Finally, after hours of
trying outfit after outfit, Jill consented out of sheer fatigue. It had already
been agreed that a mutually selected outfit had to be worn once a week. Chris
asked if she would wear it home, she agreed. It was a dress, severe in cut so it
didn't show off too much skin. He would've liked a little more skin. It did show
her gorgeous figure; its lines followed hers exactly.
When Helen arrived
home that night, Jill was still wearing it. Their mother raved about it just as
Chris had hoped. Helen got out a checkbook, giving them a huge sum of money for
their fall back-to-university clothes. Chris was going into first-year,
following Jill by a year. Helen made them promise to shop together. Neither of
her children knew, but Helen had worried about Jill's selection of clothing for
years. When they prepared to go to their rooms that night, Jill gave Chris a
kiss when their mother wasn't around. It was nice, but it worried him. It was
not a thank you kiss. It was not a sisterly kiss. It held sex and promise within
it, startling Chris. It startled Jill as well.
There was another thing
Helen knew, they didn't. She had been offered a huge promotion by the president
of the company. The senior vice-president in charge of marketing was retiring
and he wanted Helen to replace him. It meant large amounts of travel,
particularly in the fall as the Christmas season approached. It would leave her
children alone, but at eighteen and nineteen, Helen felt they could manage with
some help from Sue next door. Helen decided she would talk to Sue in the
morning. She had always liked Sue's sense of humor, feeling that Sue could put
enough adult perspective in her children's lives.
In the morning, while
her children still slept, Helen phoned Sue. "Sue? It's Helen Anderson from next
door. I was wondering if I could drop by for a moment of your time." With
appropriate politeness to each other, Helen was soon sitting and drinking a cup
of coffee at the infamous kitchen table where her son had enjoyed his muffin
sandwich. Helen explained the situation. Sue readily agreed to help, breathing a
sigh of relief. She had worried something had slipped; Helen might know of her
transgressions with Chris. Now, new paths were opening to that gorgeous body.
Oh, that boy did things for her.
Helen was still there when Chris phoned.
He begged off for a second day in a row. He told Sue the trip downtown was only
partially successful. He and Jill would try again today. Chris promised her they
would be together the following day. He guaranteed he would pay special
attention to her squeak. Fortunately, Helen didn't know who it was and only
heard one side of the conversation.
Jill awoke to a new day with the
realization that Chris never behaved like those boys. He never tried to goose
her or speak dirty to her. He seemed to think that sex was nice, something that
men and women did to enjoy each other. Jill liked the way Chris looked at her in
her new dress. He told her she was pretty. Jill thought she might enjoy their
second day of clothes shopping. Jill realized her brother liked the look of her
body. There was no sense of nastiness like those boys at school, but like a
person looking at a piece of fine art.
Shopping was still tough. Chris
liked things that accentuated her beauty, yet Jill had years of experience
hiding the very things he wanted to highlight. Jeans were particularly
difficult. Chris wanted them tight to hug her curves, yet Jill wanted to be
feminine for him without putting herself on display. Strangely, in many ways,
the combination worked. They bought jeans for Jill that showed the curve of her
bottom, yet weren't so tight they showed the lips of her sex. They bought
blouses and dresses that hinted at cleavage without demonstrating her sizeable
endowments. Jill learned just a hint was better than the whole and her wardrobe
improved with a taste of women years older than herself. It was a long day but
successful. As the day closed, Jill allowed more of her body to be seen by him
without the sense of humiliation that had always come.
The night Jill
stepped into his room naked, she felt revolted by sex. She was humiliated a male
was seeing her body. Now in Chris' sight, she was intrigued by sex and felt
pretty. What a strange word that was to Jill. It meant the body that had long
been her enemy was her friend. It might attract a male who, for a change,
interested her. To end the day, Chris took her to a hairdresser and ordered the
works. Before work began, they browsed the magazines together and chose a style
they both liked. Jill was anxious to arrive home and show her mother how they
had spent her money. They arrived home late with Jill in her new hairdo and
favorite clothes of the day. Helen took one look at Jill, enfolded her in her
arms and cried. Leaning away from Jill to look at her, Helen exclaimed, "You're
so beautiful!" She promptly started crying all over again.
Jill was
momentarily concerned. Was her mother sad? Chris sat looking smug, as he had
already predicted how his mother would react. Jill soon realized, as Helen
regained her composure, that her mother was extremely happy. Helen went on to
tell them about her promotion. Helen stole only a tiny bit of Jill's thunder.
Helen's appreciative gaze returned more than it stole. Helen explained the
arrangements she had made with Sue not understanding the look daughter and son
exchanged. That night, Jill again kissed her brother. It was not a thank you
kiss. It was definitely not a sisterly kiss. It was the kiss of a sexually
repressed woman who had begun to flower. Chris was in trouble and he knew it. It
wasn't that his sister had kissed him that way. He had returned her kiss. He
needed Sue. He needed her body and he needed her mind.
The following
morning, Chris and his sister jawed over breakfast. He told Jill he was going to
see Sue that afternoon and true to his agreement, he waited for Jill's response.
He had expected anger, but she simply wished him a good time. Chris had been
away from Sue for two and a half days. They were still in their honeymoon stage
and two days seemed like forever.
The moment he knocked on Sue's door,
they were in each other's arms. Chris couldn't wait to get their clothes off.
Sue stripped him as she pulled him into the bedroom. In seconds, they were on
the bed feeling each other's charms as their tongues battled for supremacy.
Chris hard and erect, Sue wet and swollen, their hands rubbed and clasped each
other's sex. She stroked his cock; he fingered her cunt. Sue whispered in his
ear, "Sixty-nine with me. I want to suck your cock while I give you a good cunt
kissing."
Chris was immediately on his back with a pillow folded,
half-tucked under his head. Sue straddled him, her sex fully exposed to his
view, the slight hairiness around her pubes, the swollen outer lips, the
pinkish-brown inner lips that gaped slightly to show a hint of red, ready for
his assault. Chris could smell Sue's aroma. The musky scent of a highly aroused
woman wafted around him. The texture of her folds was exquisite and Chris
realized they were ready for his assault. What he saw was everything a woman
could consciously or unconsciously do to prepare herself for her man. No wonder
he found her cunt so beautiful. It had opened like a flower with dew on its
petals for him; no other reason, it was for him. How could any man turn away
from such beauty? Chris' cock throbbed with desire. He didn't think women
enjoyed visual display as much as men, but hopefully, they enjoyed the feel of
sex even more. Chris brought his arms up to encircle Sue's waist giving her the
signal to lower her succulent body onto him.
Sue's hot, soft, wet pussy;
kissing and almost smothering him, its clit probed to be found. 'Not yet,' Chris
mentally commanded himself as he felt his dick engulfed into her mouth, saliva
pouring down his shaft. Sue used her hand to stroke him. Chris dared to place
his finger on her anus, rubbing it gently, not probing, only feeling. Sue's ass
responded, telling him she enjoyed his gentle touches. Chris gripped each
buttock in his hands and felt the muscles move under her soft skin. Sue's core
churned against his mouth, cunt kissing him to an almost divine rapture as Chris
felt the softness of her body soak his essence from him. Her pussy drenched his
mouth with her honey.
Suddenly, Chris didn't want to come in Sue's mouth.
His need was to seed her in her core. Chris rolled Sue to her back, withdrawing
from her sweet sucking mouth. He turned in the bed and watched Sue bring her
knees almost to her shoulders. With her openness, Sue signaled her eager
acceptance of his new approach. Chris' cock needed no guidance. It seemed to
self-center on her heat, entering easily until he stopped just inside her lips.
Sue rocked her pelvis, seeking more of him; but Chris waited, feeling for the
right moment, then thrusting deeply, felt all resistance fall before his manhood
that probed deeper than he had ever been. She groaned in his ear as her stomach
muscles thrust her orifice up his shaft almost touching his pubic bone with her
lips. Sue's clit throbbed against his hardness, and then she dropped from under
Chris as his sex followed her down. The motion repeated again and again until
Sue's individual moans melded into a continuous song of passion. Screaming in
her ecstasy, thrusting, pounding, heaving until she could stand no more, Sue
collapsed onto the bed; her legs akimbo as Chris finished her. His sperm shot up
his tube so that it burned as it entered her, spewing into her cunt. Still,
Chris didn't have enough of her.
Returning to the sixty-nine position,
Chris rolled Sue to the top. He felt the warm, wet cream on her thighs and in
the crack of her ass against his face. The aromas of their commingled sex
engulfed him, but what most overwhelmed was their mix flowing into his devouring
mouth. Sue came again, her bum making small humping motions as she moaned. Then,
Sue became the aggressor, whirling around, jamming her tongue into Chris' mouth
and licking their essence from his mouth. She tried to meld their bodies
together, erotically grinding her body against his, her arms around him. Sue
pushed Chris' face down into her breasts, literally smothering him in her flesh.
She rubbed the slime from his face into her teats. Chris forced himself up for
air, noticing the heavy pungent fragrance of their sex in the air.
They
had exhausted themselves. They lay side by side until Chris again asked Sue to
spread her legs. He admired her sex. Chris ran his hand through the creamy
moisture still being excreted from her inner lips enjoying the sliminess of its
texture, kneading the moisture onto her loins. Sometimes pinching lightly and
alternately pulling the soft inner lips, Chris watched them change of shape,
always making sure he wasn't hurting her. He worried the delicate texture could
be bruised by his clumsy handling.
"What are you doing?" Sue asked with a
lazy smile.
"Exploring," was Chris' only answer.
He spread her
lips and she spread-eagled herself even more to allow him access. He spent the
rest of the afternoon exploring her entire body. Chris rolled Sue over, so he
could spread her checks and examine her anus. He watched it clench when his
fingers got too close and relax when she knew he wouldn't hurt her. Chris rubbed
her bum, feeling the powerful muscles under the soft skin. He rolled her again
to examine her breasts. He played with her nipples, so he could watch them
harden with the assistance of her areolas as they crinkled and puffed to his
touch. Chris slid his hand over the dome of her abdomen feeling the softness of
her flesh, comparing the height of her hips to his, astounded by the difference
as they lay side by side, captivated by Sue's beautiful curves.
As he
played with Sue's breasts, Chris told her of his problems with his sister being
totally honest about his intentions. Then, he told Sue about the last kiss and
how his intentions were drowned by the promise in that kiss. Sue replied, "I
don't know how to advise you, Chris. I've never had a sibling of my own, but I
do know you and I believe you'll do the right thing for her. It may not be the
right thing for you, but it will be for her. Trust yourself. Remember you can
always come to me if you need to talk."
Chris didn't know it, but Sue had
lied to him. Sue's long-dead sister flashed into her mind as Chris revealed his
problems. The terrible sadness of her loss almost brought tears to Sue's eyes as
she listened. The beautiful pussy kisses of so long ago Sue lovingly remembered.
It was too deep in her psyche to allow Chris to see the pain. Sue would end up
in love with Chris, if she exposed her soul. They talked until it was time for
him to leave.
A Woman in Hardware Ch. 03
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