Reunion with My Brother

It was when I saw Ned actually walking up the front path to my house—my classic upper-Westchester faux-Tudor front, complete with roses surrounding the petite English garden that was really a lawn—that I realized that this might really be the reunion I had been dreaming about for years. He looked amazingly good, wearing a white polo shirt, thankfully lacking some wretched logo, and his tousled sandy locks only a bit receded in front but with his wonderfully slim frame looking as if he had just run another marathon.

Then the bell rang and I looked at myself, 39 and widowed, children away at school, feeling good enough in my forest green shirt and tweed skirt that brought out the highlights in my still red hair, with my fashionista glasses now resting oh so casually in my hair. I rose and opened the door, resisting the temptation to unlock only the top of the Dutch door. Ned grinned the way I remembered and we were in each other's arms.

Twenty years had been a long time, since he had moved to the other coast, had married and had his own family and now was split. He'd managed quite nicely and clearly had held on to some of his assets. I had seen neither his wife nor him since their wedding—Ned had chosen to go to school out there and Brenda was classic California, blonde and leggy and defiantly uneducated despite her Cal degree.

"Sal, you look just fantastic," Ned managed to say between our deep embraces.

"You're not so shabby yourself," I managed to rejoin with a grin.

We had been born so close in time that we might've been twins growing up. My mother gave in to what turned out to be silly concerns about separation anxiety and we were in the same grade all the way through school. Ned and I remained close, too, and in high school, we even shared our romantic experiences with each other late on Saturday nights.

Our bedrooms had been our own since we had been about six years old but we hadn't been shy with each other about undressing in front of one another or even chatting in the bathroom while one of us was on the toilet. I suddenly remembered how Ned used to tease me about tell-tale white streaks in my panties and how I made him promise then to show me his girlfriend Andrea's undies later that night after they had made out.

It was a fun brother-sister rapport we had, knowing each other well enough to skip all the stuff that keeps people from having real contact—spoken, I mean, not sexual. Not only had we never gone in for that but we never even did things like double-date or travel together to things like the prom with our dates. Andrea and I had never been close pals in school and Ned never could grasp what I saw in Alex, who had been my regular guy all through high school.

My dear brother had never even met my late husband because we married soon after they had moved to the coast. I was going through my stage of bewailing his departure and wouldn't have responded even if Brenda had shown any interest in maintaining any contact with me, which she hadn't. We both proceeded to have our families and now they were off at school. My two were at Dartmouth and Wesleyan and his certainly were equally well situated at Stanford and Reed.

Eventually Brenda reverted to form and acted on her resentment of Ned's long hours in Silicon Valley. She started seeing one of her surfer buddies from way back when and the split was amazingly amicable, probably because Ned had cashed in enough of his start-up shares in his several semiconductor enterprises to make things comfortable for both of them. They even agreed to sell the sprawling house in Los Altos Hills and reaped enough to go their separate ways—Brenda to a beachfront in Santa Cruz and the beach and Ned to a toasty little hideaway in Tiburon with a superb view of everyone's favorite city.

Jack had now been gone for almost a year and I had accepted a few invites to go out for dinner and...but my bedtimes were still solitary. I knew from Ned's phone calls that he had had an ongoing thing with an Asian woman he knew from his work, Gloria was her name, but he said neither of them was in any rush to tie another knot.

I smiled at Ned and told him how happy he had made me by coming east mostly to see me. He had trumped up some excuses to visit some venture capitalists in the City with whom he had been dealing for years, but I knew that coming here to Pound Ridge for the first time in two decades was not something he had just added on to his plans.

"Sal, I'm sorry it's been so long for us both," he said with that delightful sheepish grin that I had known so long ago. "Amazing what both of us are ready to do for a quick shag," he grinned and I could only laugh as I thought of how we had compared quite detailed accounts of our high school intimacies.

My face disclosed a slight tinge of fear. Ned noticed it right off and must have known that it was not the 20 years that had interrupted our closeness, but the unavoidable fact that we had never had a sexual relationship. Indeed, that was what made our intimacy possible way back when, I thought. After all, we were so involved with others and had had such a good time growing up that we both must have recognized that getting together sexually would have ruined it, or at least, made it different and probably less fun.

We teased each other unmercifully back then. Using the same bathroom meant that we were not able to hide much from each other anyway and we let ourselves be free and open without wanting to go further. Ned washed my back and noticed that my red bush complemented my hair, while I playfully teased him as he stood shaving at the sink by softly reaching up the leg of his boxers to touch that spot between the base of the scrotum and his anus that turns most men to jello.

Ned had been more than considerate compared to most boys: he always lifted the seat when he peed and even bothered to put it back down. We never had much problem peeing with the other present and I always made him laugh when he walked in as I was plugging myself with a fresh Tampax. "Still having to get off from the little tube, eh Sal?" he would tease.

We took care of each other too, because our parents were detached and focused on themselves. There were both embarrassing and tense moments we had helped each other to make it through intact. Ned could tell from my behavior when I was stressed because my period was late and I literally held his hand when he had been sure some one-night stand had left him with a dose of the clap. Thank God neither fear ever turned out to be the real thing. I guess we learned from our lucky escapes.

Ned broke our embrace and excused himself, after his long trip. While he tended to his needs in my bathroom, I fixed us both two lovely gin and tonics, carefully squeezing the limes into the fizzing glasses. He returned with that old gleam on his face as we toasted our reunion, took each other in our arms, and hugged for a long time after tasting the drinks. I couldn't repress a blush when he told me he was glad to see my Tampax box still on the top of the toilet just like when we were at home together.

"Neddy, no one has talked like that to me in ages," I tried to recover my smile but still was blushing.

"Sal, I'm still amazed that we got on so well without giving in to the urge to screw, despite our hormones," he admitted, not really seriously though.

"Maybe we realized that that would end the fun for us, Ned," I responded with a more even tone. "My marriage wasn't a bed of roses even before Jack got sick last year," I went on.

"And you obviously know about Brenda and me," he continued the theme, also lending a more sober tinge to our interplay.

"We both have great kids, though," I said with a renewed happy smile, thinking of Dana and Sandy, while wondering whether his two—Alex and Wendy—were as nice as they appeared from the Christmas pictures I had dutifully posted on my fridge each year.

"Yes, they're all terrific, Sal, and I want to see yours while I'm east," he confided. "They do deserve to know that Uncle Ned is more than some West Coast zombie phantom."

I smiled happily as we downed our drinks and I rose to refresh them. "I'm so glad you do want to see them," I said. "I'm fairly sure they don't think you're a computer chip," I added with a little swirl as I handed him his glass.

Ned and I sat down together on my comfortable living room couch and it wasn't long before we were all over each other. I didn't mind his feeling me up—why did I still think in high school terms after all these years?—and could feel myself getting wet as he caressed my breasts over my bra and blouse and softly patted my quim over my thin pale blue panties.

I enjoyed his holding me close and couldn't resist reaching down to see if his cock was already hard under his very attractive charcoal gray slacks. "Yep, Sal, you're a wet little number down there and as you can feel, I'm responding to your ineffable touch," Ned managed to whisper. We moved into a clinch and now he was rubbing the crotch of my panties right over my slit all the way down between my legs. I was getting hot and wet faster than usual, probably because I had been out of action for so long. But I managed to keep smiling while my hips responded in what seemed an involuntary rhythm and I saucily unzipped his zipper and made sure his prick popped out into my waiting fingers.

"Now, now, girl, I didn't expect us to be in the sack before dinner," Ned comically lectured me, all the while allowing his very persuasive fingers to get under my panty crotch and poke softly into my sopping quim. It had always turned me on and it did right now. How did he know that my clit was always too sensitive to be touched before I had sex?

I interrupted his lovely playing with my most intimate areas by somehow rousing myself to a standing position and with a smile across my face, I looked down at my brother, saying, "Ned, darling, even if we're acting like teenagers, we don't need to get naked and do it on the couch. Come with me inside."

I watched as he stood up and took a deep breath, as well as a sip of his drink, and followed me into my quite attractive bedroom. I turned and fell into his waiting arms and as he held me tight I asked him to undress me in his best romantic style. Ned grinned and carefully unbuttoned my blouse and unzipped my tweed skirt. He unbuttoned my cuffs and slipped the blouse off and watched as my skirt dropped to the floor, where he was nice enough to pick it up and place it on the chair next to my large, comfortable bed.

Now I was standing there in my lacy pale blue bra and matching—also sopping—hicut panties. Ned smiled some more as he pulled his shirt over his head, followed by his white t-shirt, and then unbuckled his belt and let his already unzipped trousers drop. He stepped out of them and I saw him in his plaid-patterned boxer shorts.

"Aren't we the two, here in our underwear?" I remarked with what was amazingly to me a shy smile.

Ned was also surprised because he sweetly came over, carefully reached behind me to unhook my bra, and immediately started kissing my nipples as my breasts emerged from the bra cups. I felt them getting hard, engorged, and pointy. It had been so long since someone had bothered attending to my sensitive tits.

I reached into the opening of Ned's shorts and softly caressed his now hard cock. It again popped out of the generous opening in his boxers and I tickled the large purplish head and enjoyed seeing a drop of precum emerge from the little slit at the tip.

Holding me tight, Ned edged us both back and down onto the bed. He stopped to remove his boxers and I admired his lean, somewhat hairy masculine frame as I put my fingers in the waistband of my little panties and pulled them down and off.

Ned whistled as my flaming red luxuriant bush was exposed to his sight for the first time in....well, it certainly was more than 20 years ago. "Oh Sal, I've always remembered that mound of yours and I guess I've compared every girl's trim little curls to my sister's ravishing red forest," he exclaimed, much to my delight.

"It's hard to think of how to respond to that," I laughed, "but I'm glad to see that I'm able to stir up some interest in him," I added, pointing to his very erect member sticking right out imperiously at me.

Then Ned really surprised me by getting down between my legs and starting to lick me lovingly down there, insinuating his tongue between the petals of my sex and licking the wetness that just kept flowing from my excitement. "Sal, you still taste so wonderful," he managed to stammer from deep between my pussy folds.

Suddenly, all this pleasure just got me going and as he licked me, I felt myself going into a little orgasm, just a small one, but one that came from his licking my quim and my sheer love at the sight of my brother taking such pains to give me the pleasure I had gone without for so long.

"Sal, I forgot that you were a quick cum," Ned said grinning, as he emerged from between my splayed legs. My face was flushed and I clearly could not hide my status as a woman totally ready for sex.

"Ned, now that we're a year or two older...you'll have to let me go potty before we go any further or I'll wet the bed," I giggled, but was worried that he would feel I was over the hill.

"Oh that's fine, Sal dearest," he said in a kindly and considerate tone, "my prostate gets me up too often at night for me to make fun of women having to run to the ladies room all the time." I just adored the cute smile on Ned's face as he followed me into the bathroom, just like old times.

Since I was already bereft of my clothing, I merely sat down on the toilet and let fly as my brother watched me in fascination, just like when we were growing up. Then he smiled as I listened to what sounded like the very loud noise of my pee hitting the water. He came over, got between my legs, and aimed his penis right down toward the toilet bowl between my open legs and somehow managed to start peeing, just like that!

"Sal, I always wanted to do this. I don't think you know how much hearing you pee turns me on. I just love the idea of our being able to be so open—the way we were so long ago," Ned said, almost wistfully.

My pee stream slowed and stopped just as Ned's did under my watchful view. My brother did not waste a moment after he shook his penis off, a few drops landing every which way, and then bending down and ever so carefully licking my salty pee from my quim lips and my pussy hair.

"Mmm, Sal, your pee even tastes great," he remarked with a giggle as I couldn't repress my own.

"Ned, do you remember not only seeing my Tampax box in here, but the time I actually let you put one in me?" I asked, hoping that my brother had not forgotten what must have been an unusual event, even for a cool guy in high school and college like him who had been intimate with many girls. "I bet no one else ever let you do that, did they?" I asked, realizing I might not want to hear the answer.

"Well, now that you mention it, Sis, not exactly," he responded, in a mock serious vein, as if he had been asked to offer an opinion on behalf of his firm as to the suitability of a processor. "My former wife tended to have painful periods, both before and after the kids," he related. "I don't tell people about this—except for you, because you really are the only person I can possibly imagine to whom I could talk this way...about periods, of all things!"

"Brenda always put pads in her panties, and I never asked her why she didn't use tampons," Ned said in the most matter-of-fact way, sort of like someone discussing the stock market. "And Sal, it never dawned on me to ask her why she didn't want to stick the little white numbers up her wazoo like I used to do for my darling sister."

I couldn't resist laughing at the idea of his cool blonde California wife discussing her choice of menstrual protection with her husband...or anyone else for that matter. Knowing, if only second-hand, what Brenda was like, I'm sure she would not have been at all happy to hear Ned discussing her feminine hygiene practices, much less the usually embarrassing information that any woman suffers from menstrual cramps, with me, either.

"Neddy, I was so afraid I'd be on my period when you finally got here," I confessed. "I know you'd like to put my Tampax in like when we were growing up," I grinned, "but I'm not sure how much you'd like having sex with this flowing lady. I think we're safe for a couple more days," I hurriedly added.

I now stood up, turned, and flushed the toilet, without stopping to look at how golden our pee had turned the water. I tend to be a looker—I know that some people think it's awful to gaze into the toilet bowl after you use it but I've always wanted to check out what I did, probably out of fear of something looking weirdly abnormal if I didn't look.

Walking to the basin, I turned on the faucet and quickly but thoroughly washed my hands and playfully pulled Ned over and washed his large ones, tweaking his fingers as I did. Then I reached for a towel and dried us both.

We walked back to the bedroom with our arms braced around each other. He wasn't much taller than I was—height did run in both the male and female lines of the family. Ned was continuing to play while we walked. His penis got hard again as he riffled his fingers through my pubic hair and gave my little anal rosebud a slight poke that sent waves of excitement through my body.

I got into my bed, under the covers, which I quickly unfolded to expose my nudity, and spread my legs most invitingly. Ned carefully got into bed next to me, held me tight, and kissed me all over with obvious enjoyment. I was loving every blessed moment of his affections, never stopping to even consider that having my brother make love to me was even slightly unusual, much less sinful.

Ned kissed me all over my face, sweet little kisses that just awakened every sense I had through all the wide open pores of my body and my heightened nerve endings that seemed to be everywhere on my skin. I responded by licking his tongue in his mouth and letting my hands roam up and down his torso, feeling his manly biceps and other musculature, though he was hardly some body-builder, just a middle-aged man in remarkably good shape. I figured that was part of being a Californian now, as he certainly was.

Unlike my years with Jack, I didn't have to tell him I was ready. Ned's fingers did touch my quim and certainly my flowing wetness and gently but inexorably, he pushed himself over me, supporting himself so thoughtfully so he didn't press onto me with his medium—but significant still—weight.

Then I felt that moment of magic, something that I had not enjoyed for longer than I cared to recall right then, when his cock slowly pressed into my waiting vaginal opening and right up into me. It was a perfect fit as I always knew it would be, after all, that's how siblings are made, isn't it?

Ned clearly knew just how to please a woman. He thrust into me as I began to respond with my hips in a rhythm that seemed to propel him. Later he admitted to me that despite his former wife's gorgeous appearance, she was the kind who just lay there when they made love. I'd always been a writher once a nice cock was moving in and out of my quim, so I enjoyed his timing too, not realizing how long it had been since he had been matched up with his equal and opposite.

I had a twinge of sadness when I thought of the last times Jack and I had been able to get it on. He had been a nice lover most of the time but when he got sick, it slowly ebbed and I hated the unhappy fact that our last efforts at lovemaking had been very, very unsatisfying. Afterward I asked Ned about Gloria, his Asian lady, and he grinned and said I had reminded him of her, which I took as a compliment since he was still seeing her. "She's tight, Sal, no kids," he smiled, "and she's wired like you too—I can feel her rising to a cum."