“Hello, Jim?” Trey’s mother did her best to keep the trembling feeling out of her voice.
“Well hello, Bets!” Jim sounded pleasantly surprised. “Didn’t expect to hear from you until Christmas Day.” His voice shifted a note. “Did you get our card? Is everything okay?”
“Oh, yes,” Betsy gushed a little, reassuring her brother. “Everything’s just fine.” Her eyes wandered around her husband’s office as she held the phone for his private line to her ear. As if the books, awards and pictures on the built-in bookshelves could help her to find the words she needed. “I guess…guess I just wanted to hear your voice.”
“Well it’s good to hear from you, too,” Jim reclined in his high-backed leather office chair and swiveled to look out of the window from his corner office. From the 12th floor, he could look over the modest downtown area, all the way past the river and across the rolling hills of the residential neighborhoods beyond. “Something on your mind?”
“No…nothing in particular,” Betsy wrestled with her conflicted feelings. “It’s just with the girls turning eighteen and Trey being home from college…” There was a long pause.
“But everybody’s okay?” Jim’s voice sounded a little guarded.
“Well, sure,” Betsy sounded distracted. “It just got me to thinking. You know….about my eighteenth and all.”
“Oh,” Jim’s heart rate accelerated and he felt a warm flush come up his neck and into his cheeks. “Well that’s only natural, I suppose.” He couldn’t help that the image of their old treehouse, in their parent’s backyard, suddenly popped into his head.
“Is it?” Betsy thought it sounded less lighthearted coming out than she had intended. “Do you ever…” She couldn’t bring herself to say it out loud.
“What…think about it?” Jim’s face felt very warm and his cock began to harden in his suit pants. He spun briefly to check that his office door was fully closed. Almost no one was in the office these last few days before Christmas. None of the other partners had a reason to come in, but Jim had a filing due in the first week in January and a few of the other attorneys in the firm were also trying to wrap things up before the New Year.
“Yes,” Betsy let out a small sigh. The tension hadn’t left her, but it felt like just enough had escaped with that breath that she wouldn’t absolutely pop with nervous energy. “Do you still think about it?”
“Well…sometimes I guess,” Jim felt a little sheepish and wondered how Betsy would react if she knew that he was almost always stroking his hard dick when he replayed his favorite memories from the summer before Betsy went off to college. He struggled with a desire, to rub his stiffening cock through the thin wool fabric of his trousers, as he turned back toward the windows in his office.
“Like…often?” Betsy blushed a deep pink, grateful that Bill and Candace had taken the kids into town for lunch. She uncrossed, and then re-crossed her legs the other way, conscious of the delicious rubbing sensation it created as she did.
“Well, I guess it’s natural that you’re thinking about that time again, because the kids are that age now,” Jim fought the image of Trey and his twin nieces doing what he and Betsy had done in the days and weeks after she turned eighteen. His cock twitched in spite of himself.
“You don’t think its wrong…” Betsy reached out with her voice, hoping for reassurance. “To remember…that stuff…?” She felt like the same shy teenager, who had followed her brother up the wooden ladder to their old treehouse, for the first time that summer. Her heart pumped heavily in her chest.
“I’m not sure we can help it, Bets,” Jim squeezed the head of his swollen cock through the fabric of his trousers as he stared off at the low rolling clouds that moved slowly across the horizon. “I just hope that they’re good memories.” He could still remember the look on Betsy’s face, the day after her eighteenth birthday, when he had first pulled his already stiff cock from his underwear, as they had sat cross-legged on the rough boards of the treehouse.
“Of course,” Betsy blushed again and smiled warmly, embarrassed at her reaction, even though no one was there to see it. She reached up absent-mindedly to twirl her finger in the hair over her ear. “That was such a special time,” she conceded. “I guess it was foolish to think you might have forgotten.”
“How could I?” Jim blurted out with a smile in his voice, more boisterously than he had intended. “I mean,” he grasped at anything that would sound appropriate. “You were so lovely…and sweet about it…and everything.” His voice had gotten very tender and intimate. “How could I ever forget, Bets?”
“So, it isn’t weird…that I still think about it?” Betsy sounded hopeful, even as she spoke more softly than before.
“Well, if it is, then I guess we’re both weird,” Jim chuckled softly. “Because I do too.”
“Does thinking about it…” Betsy pulled her free hand up to her forehead and tilted toward the desk, resting her elbows on the blotter and self-consciously shielding her eyes as she struggled to get the next words out.
“Excite me?” Jim finished her sentence, just as he had, many times before, while they were growing up.
“Well….yeah,” Betsy’s voice had lowered to a soft, heated whisper.
“Yeah, Bets….,” Jim admitted, squeezing the length of his hard cock through his trousers as he said it. “It does.”
“Me too,” Betsy admitted softly, at once both ashamed and throbbing with excitement. She pictured her brother’s long slender cock, smooth and curving upward in the heightened excitement of their first sexual experiences. She wondered if it still looked the same, more than twenty years since she’d last seen it.
“Did you just start thinking about it again…or…have you always?” Jim’s voice was quieter now, more urgent. It was the same voice Betsy remembered from the times that they would sneak off alone, every chance they got.
“I always have,” Betsy admitted quietly. “Every time we see you, or I…do that,” she smiled bashfully, even though Jim couldn’t see her. “Sometimes…when I’m alone.” She sat up and squirmed uncomfortably in her husband’s leather office chair.
“Oh Betsy,” it was all Jim could do not to moan as he squeezed his throbbing cock through his pants. “I think about you all the time,” his voice huskier. “I wish we could…”
“Do it one more time…” she smiled warmly, sure now that her brother felt exactly the same way that she did, even after all these years. “For old time’s sake?” There was a teasing smile in her voice.
“Yes, Bets,” Jim could feel the precum oozing from the tip of his dick as his cock twitched through his pants. His heart pounded in his chest and he felt like it was thudding in his ears, like a bass drum as a marching band went by in a parade.
Jim thought back to the Fourth of July that Summer, just weeks after his sister had turned eighteen. Jim had been standing with his friends at the parade on Main Street, when Betsy and a group of her friends had walked by. Jim had looked over at the group of girls in their summer dresses, white, pink, blue and yellow, bright against the creamy texture of their bare tanned legs and arms in the bright morning sunshine. As they passed, waving and smiling, Jim had locked eyes at the very last moment with his sister Betsy. He had been suffused with trembling heat when he saw the look of embarrassed intimacy that they’d shared, in the brief instant before her eyes dropped down, and she walked away with her friends. He knew that she was thinking about the treehouse in that moment, just as he was. “I wish we could do it again,” he said softly. “I’ve wanted to for a long time,” he admitted. “I just didn’t think that you did…too.”
“No,” Betsy whispered. “I knew it was wrong, but…I couldn’t stop thinking about it.” Betsy sighed. “How much I wanted to do that for you again.” She slumped back into the chair, turning back toward the window and looking over the back lawn, relieved and ashamed to have finally admitted that she still fantasized about sucking her brother’s dick.
“We have Susan’s family coming in for Christmas,” Jim reminded her. “But maybe we could make it out there for New Year?” He sounded hopeful. It was one thing to admit that they still fantasized about having done those things, but quite another to actually go through with reliving the experience. Jim’s heart was pounding in his chest and his cock was throbbing with the possibility that his sister would agree to something like that. The silence over the phone seemed to stretch out forever, even if it was only for a few moments.
“I’d love that,” Betsy’s voice trembled as she said it. Her heart fluttered in her chest and she could feel her pussy had become slick with anticipation. “It would be wonderful if you could come…I mean if you can make it.” She felt flustered and embarrassed, tripping over the words.
“I’ll talk to Susan tonight, Bets.” Jim felt jittery with excitement. “I’ll find a way to make it work.”
“That would be wonderful,” Betsy gushed. “I’ll be counting the days.” She sounded just like the girl who had once turned eighteen, all those years ago.
“Me too, Bets.” Jim grinned. “Love you.”
“Love you too!”
Betsy had barely made her way down the hall to their bedroom before she was pulling down her stockings and her damp panties to sit on the edge of the bed, her hand under her skirt and flickering through the wet folds of her pussy. A rotating collage of images came tumbling through her memory as she increased the speed and intensity of her fingers, twitching across her yearning clit, eager to be led to release.
As awkward as it had been, learning to take her brother into her mouth, her most vivid memory was the first time that she had made him cum. She had started on her knees as they had the few times before, but she had ended up laying on the rough boards of the floor, her head propped up against the wall of the small tree house, with Jim straddling her, as his hips drove his slender, curved dick into her mouth, and she struggled to keep up. She had backed up a little at a time as Jim had pushed more urgently, trying to find satisfaction in her warm, wet mouth.