Empty Nesters Ch. 01

It only took me a couple of minutes to brew the two shots of espresso and turn them into lattes, add a hint of chocolate, a bit of whipped cream, and a dash of cinnamon on top, and take them back to the bedroom. The aroma seemed to bring Katie right to full wakefulness.

"Hey there, beautiful," I said, as she sat up. "Thought you might like some coffee, um... it's a latte really," I said, offering her one. Her smile warmed my heart, and made me want to do anything and everything I could, to make it keep reappearing.

"Yes; thank you, for being so thoughtful," she said, accepting the mug and giving it an appreciative sniff. "Mmm! A mocha latte, with whipped cream and cinnamon! Just plain coffee would have been fine, Dan. You're going to spoil me, if you keep this up!"

"It's just another facet of my fiendish plot to keep you here, with me," I grinned. "But, you better taste it, before you toss too many more compliments around."

Taking a sip she remarked, "Oh, this is the good stuff! It's really hitting the spot. I love you, Dan!"

I took a sip of mine, made a show of shrugging my shoulders and looking at my latte, as I said, "Yeah, this is okay." After a few more sips, I added, "You tasted better, though."

"Flatterer!" she giggled, blushing deeply at the racy compliment. "You can ease up on the butter, if you want, brother dear. You've already won my heart, and I'm not going anywhere. Ever."

"The man who takes his woman for granted, and stops thinking to compliment her when she deserves it, and even when she doesn't, is bound to lose her," I told her. "By the way, I love you more!"

"Okay, I'll let you love me more today. Tomorrow it's my turn to love you more," she beamed at me.

"It looks like it's going to be a really nice day," I said to her. "You want to go for a walk on the beach when we finish?"

"Yeah, that would be very nice," she said thoughtfully. "I don't know if I should wear that naughty bikini, though."

"Oh, you'll be fine. This portion of Mustang Island isn't very built up. Also October isn't the busiest season," I told her. "I guess we should have something more than just coffee before we go though. What are you hungry for, Sis?"

Her eyes were sparkling that same mischievous way again, and I figured I best head this one off at the pass, before she could even open her mouth to speak.

"We'll have plenty of time for that," I told her, chuckling. "We've established that you're basically taking up permanent residence, here. And you dare to call me a perv..."

"I'm sorry, big brother," she giggled, "I just can't get enough of you! You've spoiled me, for anyone else!"

"I thought we straightened that out, last night," I replied. "You're the older of the two of us, so that makes me your little brother."

"Dan," she laughed, her eyes twinkling with glee, "after feeling you in my mouth and in my pussy, there's absolutely no way I can ever think of you as my little brother, ever again! 'Baby' brother, perhaps, but 'little' brother? Not gonna happen!"

She paused for a moment, a devious look spreading over her face. "If I can't have what I really want, I guess I'll just have a banana."

Good Lord! I'd somehow created a monster! Again, with the suggestive comments!

"Actually, that's not a bad idea," I said, trying my best to ignore the mental image of Katie seductively eating a banana. "It's soft food, and light, and the potassium content should help our muscles recover from all that extra work we've been requiring of them, this last hour or so."

I turned my back to her and headed to the bathroom, grabbing my swim trunks from the extra towel rack I'd hung specifically for drip-drying such garments. I was in the midst of swapping them for my boxers when a hand reached through to examine my manhood more closely.

"My turn, now, to get something straightened out," she chuckled wickedly.

I had the common sense to gracefully admit defeat, and surrender to my new lover.

"Okay; I give. You win. I just thought we should get out, for a while, and enjoy the nice weather. You clearly have other intentions."

With her hand still gently gripping my thickening cock, she towed me back into the bedroom and onto the bed.

"We can go out in a bit, Dan," she promised me. "I just want to see this up close, and in the light. This morning, I was under the sheets. It was pretty dark, and I was working mostly by touch."

"You can have me as much, and as often, as I can provide, my love," I told her, opening my mouth to meet hers.

"I want you in my mouth again," she said, the ragged edge of a groan tinting her voice. "I want some of your sweet cream, to go along with this latte! But I want you to make me crazy with that lovely tongue of yours, too."

"You can have both," I said. Sliding my hand over her lovely breast, I gave it a light squeeze. "You are so lovely. I can't believe that you're really here, and this is actually happening."

"Believe it, big brother," she laughed. She pushed me down on the bed further and took me into her mouth, while swinging her pussy over my face. Her slit was already moist and her hood fully aroused.

"Wow, you are randy," I teased her, as I drove my tongue directly into her sweetness, this time. No foreplay, this coupling; I just wanted to give her what she so clearly desired. This angle was much better for sucking her clit and lips, than earlier that morning, and her angle on my cock was allowing for a completely different tongue action. Additionally, she was using her teeth to drag lightly along the underside of my penis.

"I don't know where you learned that," I said, moving my mouth long enough to warn her. "But if you keep it up, I'm not going to last much longer." I resumed my kissing, sucking and tonguing of her, but she wasn't letting up. Soon I was moaning into her vagina as I tried to focus on making her orgasm.

Suddenly, my face was very wet, as the vibration of my moan against her pussy must have triggered her orgasm. She gave a muffled groan that rose in pitch to a squeal as the climax rocked through her body. The sensation of her teeth, and the engulfing aroma of her flood of juices, combined with the vibration of her moan on my cock head, set me off. The fireworks exploding in my head made the Fourth of July celebration seem puny. I spasmed, my hips jerking involuntarily, as I came. She made a small gagging sound initially, but drank down a load that must have been similar to the one I'd given her upon awakening.

"Oh my god Dan, you taste so good!" she exclaimed. "I never liked it, when Jim came in my mouth; it tasted gross. You taste so clean and delicious, though, it's crazy!"

"I had no idea," I said, exhausted, as she resumed cleaning what little ejaculate she'd missed off of my pubic region. "You're going to wear me out; you know?"

"Let's go get those bananas," she laughed, as she sprang from the bed now.

"Slow down for us old guys," I begged her, as I slowly followed her out to the kitchen naked.

"You're six years younger than me," she teased, while peeling a banana and eating it very seductively. She was eying my manhood, which was still fairly erect and bouncing as I walked over to the island. As I pulled a banana off of the bunch hanging from the stand, she reached down and gave me another squeeze.

"Oh my god! It just doesn't go down!" she exclaimed in a combination of question and delight.

"You keep teasing him." I shrugged. "Who eats a banana like that? Or stares at her brother's penis?"

"We can't go out, with him like this; you know that, right?" she played.

"Are we going for a record on our first jaunt?" I asked.

"Oh, I'm game if you are," she said, as she continued fondling me. I was nearly fully erect, now.

"God, Katie, I'm going to be raw. We should take a break and go down to the beach. I promise I will treat you to more love making, later on."

"Oh, Dan, I'm so sorry. I know. I just can't believe you're still so hard. Jim was a once-a-day guy, twice, on rare occasions... at least, with me. Maybe that young engineer slut got more; I never did."

"You deserve better than that. I never knew any of the details of that part of your life with him, I guess. But, let's not dwell on all that, now. Forget about that idiot! You're with me, now, and I promise that I'll always treat you like the special woman you truly are. Now, let's go out and enjoy each other on this beautiful day."

"I can't take you out in public, looking like this," she laughed, eying the erection she'd caused. Rising from her chair, she rounded the end of the table, pulled my chair back, and sat on my lap facing me. As she lowered herself, my cock slipped effortlessly inside her. It felt like 'coming home'.

"Fill me, darling," she begged, as she began to undulate her abdomen on me while rhythmically squeezing the muscles in her vagina. "Fill me up, like you'll always fill me, with a hot load of your cum! Come on, baby; fuck your big sister and make her scream!"

The heat of her words, the motion of her body on mine, and the fierce look of aching demand in her eyes all conspired to make short work of this particular coupling. I lasted maybe three whole minutes before I was jetting another load of cum up into her vibrating snatch.

"That ought to hold you, at least for a little while," she giggled, as I finished inside her. She stood, then, and I flopped limply out of her. Then she leaned down to clean me off with her mouth.

"You're gonna get me started, again, sexy," I cautioned her.

"But, I like the taste of me, on you," she murmured softly, "and I love your taste, too. How did that old candy commercial go? 'Two great tastes, that taste great together?'"

Somehow, she actually did manage to clean our residue from my cock without bringing it to a standing ovation at her performance, and we both retreated to our bedrooms and slipped into the swimming attire we'd worn the previous day. As she met me in the hallway and I got my first new glimpse of her in that skimpy yellow bikini, I tented my trunks again and her eyes grew wide.

"You are going to make me blush," she said shyly. "You've had me, what, four or five times, this morning, and you're still excited when I wear a bikini?"

"I don't know what to say," I shrugged. "It's got a mind of its own. I'm pretty sure it doesn't know what's good for it, at the moment. Then, too, he's never had a woman this sexy, egging him on, before! Let's go, before you convince him that it's 'show time', again."

With that, I walked to the French door and led her outside. "The pool area has a gate that leads to a pathway down to the beach."

She really was stunning, and it took me a while to get myself to relax. I took her hand as we strolled southwest along the beach, still trying to wrap my head around the fact that Katie was here, with me, and we were walking hand-in-hand along the beach as lovers. There were hardly any people on the beach, most of them behind us, to the north. We walked on, in silence, for ten or fifteen minutes.

"What are you thinking about?" she wondered aloud.

"Just being amazed at this day," I said. " I couldn't have asked for a better birthday."

"Oh god, Dan! I cannot believe I forgot, again. I'm so sorry. I've been so wrapped up in my own emotional chaos, first, with the divorce, and now, with my new-found love."

"Sorry? Katie, you gave me the only gift I ever really wanted," I said, starting to tear up again. Stopping to look out in the clear blue water, I just let it go. They were tears of happiness, but Katie didn't understand.

"Dan, please don't cry. I love you so much."

"I'm not crying. I'm just a little teary because I'm so happy. I can't hold it all in, Katie-bug. I have never felt like this about anyone. Have you ever wanted something so badly it hurt; and then gotten it after you thought it would be impossible? That's what I'm feeling. I've gone from being a lonely recluse to a guy who's in a head-over-heels relationship with his sister. It's making my head spin."

"You and me, both, Dan," she nodded, taking my hands and looking into my eyes. "I'm so glad that you feel the same way I do. I have to admit that, while coming here, I had suppressed some hopes and dreams of my own. They were hopes that I hadn't even wanted to acknowledge that I had, thoughts of both love and lust for my younger brother, and of my desperation for him to find me desirable. You've shown me how desirable I am, to you, almost from the moment I arrived. That, plus what we did last night and this morning, is making my head spin!"

We sat down on the sand, together, just looking out over the Gulf. There were gulls trailing us, probably thinking we might feed them. The waves gently came in to shore in low, soothing crashes. The sky was dotted with just a very few white puffy clouds, here and there, and the temperature was just perfect. It might have been as high as 80 degrees, but the breeze off the Gulf felt cool and refreshing on our skin.

After a while, I asked her, "Hey, you want to swim, a bit?"

"You bet I do!" Jumping up, she raced down to the water.

I followed her, admiring her from behind. I just couldn't help myself. Her bottom was so tight and the sides of her breasts were clearly visible in that skimpy top.

As I reached the water, she stole a glance at my pubic area, too. A smile broadened across her face. "You really know how to make a girl feel she's attractive. You do know that, don't you?"

"I told you he's got a mind of his own. I've been telling him to cool it for a bit or he'll have to take some time off to recover."

"We don't want that, do we?" she giggled and splashed some water on me.

"Well, I certainly don't." I waded out into the warm Gulf water. It wasn't bathtub warm, like it is in the summer, but it wasn't at all chilly. The tension in my trunks relaxed as we swam and played.

It must have been near four or five in the afternoon, when we noticed the clouds building. "I guess we ought to get out," I suggested. "There's a squall coming in, off the Gulf."

"How long before it gets here?" she asked.

"I don't know; we might have a half hour." I said thoughtfully.

"Good!" she exclaimed. "That ought to be just enough time!"

"For what?" I asked her.

"For you and me to have a 'quickie', in the Gulf!" she said, pulling me close for a full-body hug and kissed me heatedly, her tongue nearly tickling my tonsils.

Grabbing my hand, she drew me farther out from shore, to where the water came to just about our upper chests. Then, placing her hands on my shoulders, she lifted herself up and wrapped her legs around me. Reaching down with one hand, she let my stiff member out from my trunks, pulled aside the crotch of her bikini bottoms, and deftly guided me into her waiting warmth. The water made things simultaneously easier and yet more difficult. It was easier because I didn't have to exert as much strength to lift or support her weight. It was harder because, in order to keep our balance, we had to time our movements to the motion of the waves as they rolled past us on their way ashore.

The other thing that was different, and I marveled at the fact that I'd never thought to try something like this with any of my previous lovers, either in the ocean or my pool, was that the water separating our bodies had to move aside before each 'contact' was made. The alternating high-pressure, low-pressure was making little 'clapping' sounds as we parted and came together.

Katie was using her legs to offset the effect pretty well. With her lifting slightly, and me rising to meet her on her down-strokes, we were both approaching climax. I was looking straight into her eyes as I saw it happen. I rank it as one the most beautiful experiences I've had: a beautiful day, warm water, my loving sister, and mind-blowing orgasms. I held out for a while, until her orgasm subsided, and then powered through for mine, which seemed to take her through another mini orgasm. I was spent, then, and she could see it.

"I'm sorry; I've worn you out haven't I? That was really selfish of me, on your birthday."

"Are you kidding me? That was so fucking awesome." I was yelling as we waded back to shore. Then, in a slightly quieter voice, "I've never made love to a woman in the water, before. I've never had sex in public, much less at the beach, either. You're spoiling me! You've given me so many firsts on this birthday, that I'll have trouble making any others compare."

"Then, I'll have to take it as a personal challenge, for all the rest of your birthdays that we'll share in the future, to see that each of those days measures up, my love," she promised me, looking me straight in the eyes so that I couldn't miss the sincerity that backed her words.

We hugged and kissed, there at the tide-line, for a few minutes, and then started walking back to the house. The sun was starting to get completely behind the developing thunderstorm. About half way back, it started to sprinkle on us. We picked up the pace, to try to beat the storm rolling in. Just about the time we reached the pool area gate, the first big flash of lightning came from just about a mile or so offshore, followed after a few seconds, by the rumble of rolling thunder. Hurrying into the house we just made it before the worst of it hit. It didn't last very long, but the downpour cooled off the air a considerable amount.

Indoors, we went to change into some dryer clothing. As we came out of our separate rooms, I took Katie by the hand.

"You meant it earlier, right? You're going to stay? You're mine?" I asked her, pleading with my eyes as well as my voice.

"Absolutely, Dan," she smiled softly at me. "I'll stay with you for as long as you want me to."

"Well, we should probably move your things into the master bedroom, then, shouldn't we?" I asked.

"Yes, dearest, we should," she laughed. "There's no rush, though. Like you said, we have all the time in the world. I haven't even unpacked the minivan, yet, you big silly."

"Call me silly, if you want," I told her. "I'm just trying to get my head around the wonder of all of this. It's more than I ever dreamed or hoped. I'm probably not going to be thinking straight, for a while. I've been burned by women so often that I'm fighting this feeling that, just as soon as I get used to being this happy, you'll walk away."

"Dan, I'm not any of those other women, I promise you! I told you, earlier, that you've ruined me, for any other man! I could never find another man who fills me, either physically or emotionally, the way you do. I'm not going anywhere. I'm going to stay right here, in this house, or wherever we go together, and love you. And I'm going to make mad passionate love with you, until we're both too old to move like that. Even then, I'll still love you with all my heart!"

She turned, then, as if to walk down the hallway to the living room, then stopped and stood still, her body straightening and her right hand going to her forehead.

"Oh, doh!" she muttered, a perfect 'Homer Simpson' impression.

Turning around abruptly, she strode rapidly to my bedroom, stopping in front of my dresser. Opening one drawer after another, she surveyed the contents. With each survey, she shook her head, until she reached the last of the drawers, the one where I kept some ratty old tee-shirts I wore for working out in the yard.

"This one will do!" she exclaimed.

Turning again, she walked quickly to the guest suite and returned with one of a few clear plastic bins that I kept in a stack in the walk-in closet, there. Returning to my bedroom, she proceeded to empty the old tee shirts into the bin, and then found an open space on the floor of my walk-in closet, to put it.

Another trip to the guest suite, and she returned with her hands filled with a cluster of multi-colored lacy fabric, which she deposited on my bed.