“Thanks for the haircut,” I smiled as I looked into Nancy’s eyes.
“Yeah, there your pretty eyes are,” she whispered back. “It’s nice to see them when we’re intimate.”
“Thank you,” I said sincerely.
“For what?” Nancy asked, looking curious.
“For so many things, but right now, for your lessons in how to love you.”
“You don’t mind them, then?”
“Oh, hell no! I’ve learned an awful lot from you. I used to think I knew how to please a woman -”
“Hey, stop right there. You’ve pleased me from the beginning. I’m just teaching you to be more emotionally present, that’s all. It’s something all guys seem to need to be taught. Believe me, you are already everything I ever wanted and more than I could have hoped for.”
“Wow. That’s probably the best thing I’ve ever heard in my life. You know that I feel the same, right? I’m so overwhelmed by the love I feel for you; I just don’t always know how to express it.”
“That’s one of the things I’m here for,” Nancy replied with a smile and a kiss. “Now get off me, would you? I gotta take a wicked tinkle!”
Three days later, having christened every room in the house, we hosted our first family dinner with mom and Kristin. We had set the house up so it looked like I was in the master bedroom, an empty bedroom between my room and Nancy’s, and Jenny in the front bedroom.
Nancy was a skilled hostess. Summer in Phoenix is no time for superheating the house with an oven, so she grilled steaks and chicken outside, managing at the same time to tend to pan-seared asparagus while I chopped veggies for a salad. This might have been the most I’d ever done to help prepare a meal.
Mom spent a lot of time cooing over Jenny while we prepared supper. Kristin showed up a bit after 6, having just come from work. I gave her a tour of the house, same as we’d given mom. Kristin made note of the empty bedroom, and asked how long we’d be living here.
“Just a year, little sis. Rusty will be back before you graduate,” I said with a grin.
“Damn,” she replied.
“Things ok at home?” I asked her.
“It’s not tense like it was,” she answered, looking toward the open door nervously. “Mom is less uptight, but I miss you guys.”
“We’re not far away. Just let us know when you want to spend time here. You’ll always be welcome.”
“Thanks, Jim,” she said, surprising me by giving me a quick, tight hug.
“You bet. Now let’s see if dinner’s ready. I’m ready to embrace my carnivorous nature.”
We gathered around the table, me at one end, Nancy at the other, mom and Kristin on either long side. Nancy and I had already talked about not paying much attention to each other, about focusing on our mom and sister. We wanted to ensure that we seemed like nothing other than a brother and sister living together.
Good food, good conversation, and family. The night was a success by any standard. Nancy had selected a couple of bottles of wine for us; with mom’s okay, even Kristin had a glass with us.
I’d been concerned about what mom and Nancy would be like together. At first, they were both stiffly polite, but as the night went on, they both relaxed and were comfortable with each other. It seemed the distance the move had created between them might’ve been just the ticket to help them start to reconnect.
After mom and Kristin left, Nancy put Jenny down to sleep and we cleaned up, then walked down the hall together, arms around each other, my hand familiarly laid on the curve of my sister’s hip, Nancy’s head leaned on my shoulder.
In our bedroom, I turned Nancy toward me. “You know, you really are good at social events. Dinner was fantastic, by the way.” I softly kissed my sister’s lips, and she eagerly responded, her full, firm lips moving over mine.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it. Did you get enough to eat?”
“Not really,” I replied, unbuttoning the top button of her shorts. “I didn’t have dessert.”
“Oh, you poor guy,” she purred in my ear as I slipped my hand inside her panties. “What would you like?”
“I’m in the mood for something exotic and delicious,” I replied, walking her backwards toward the bed. “Maybe something Scandinavian.”
“Well,” she replied, attempting the Finnish accent of our ancestry, “I think that can be arranged.”
I sat my sister on the bed and knelt on the floor in front of her, quickly sliding off her shorts and panties. I lifted one foot and kissed her instep. “Oooh, that’s nice,” my sister encouraged.
“Glad you like it,” I whispered. I kissed my way slowly from her instep over her ankle, then up the smooth skin of her inner leg, pausing to trace my tongue along the inside of her knee. Nancy’s finger’s ran through my hair. I turned my head to look at her as I kissed and licked up her inner thigh.
My sister’s eyes were on me, watching as I worked my mouth up her leg. She inhaled sharply as I began nipping the skin of her upper thigh. Nancy spread her legs wide, pulling my head closer to her pussy, whimpering and exhaling in short, explosive breaths.
“Please don’t tease me, baby,” she implored. “It was so hard to not touch you… oooh… or kiss you… mmm… tonight.
“Oh, yesss,” she hissed through clenched teeth as my tongue snaked upward over her labia. Her hands tightened in my hair, pulling me close as she thrust her cunt toward me in offering.