I drove home around six that Friday and I saw Jenna’s car parked in front of my apartment. She had a key to my place and she visited regularly. She was watching a talk show as I walked in.
“Hey Brad, I got us pizza, beer and some of your cinnamon buns, hope you hadn’t prepared anything else for tonight.”
I lived alone since my wife had left, a year ago now. As fate would have it, Jenna had lost her husband in a car accident barely a month after my wife moved out so Sis and I had suddenly found ourselves alone, the only remaining members of our family. She lived in a house she now owned outright, fairly close to where I lived and, as we both lived alone, we simply started getting together for dinner and movies on weekends. As I owned a huge digital TV, we soon decided we preferred enjoying our meals and movies at my place.
Jenna had known I would be home that Friday evening as I had no one new in my life since the breakup with my wife. My sister and I got along fine, even if we had not been close before her husband’s death.
“Thanks, sis, that’s great.”
She stood and we rubbed cheeks as she made her way to the kitchen. I asked her to get dinner started while I showered and the meal was ready when I came back. We sat on the couch and watched a sitcom as we ate.
Jenna and I were our parents’ only children. I’m almost thirty years old, light brown hair, not quite six foot tall but fairly muscular and in good shape as I exercise regularly. Jenna is a brunette, twenty-seven, five foot five and rather pretty. She had been very popular with the boys before she and Tom started seeing each other, and they had married when she was twenty-four. They would have loved children but, unfortunately, my sister never got pregnant.
On that particular evening, something special happened. Jenna and I watched a movie about a man and a woman, strangers who had just met by pure chance and who had begun a sexual relationship almost right away. It turned out they had both been without sex partners for some months and they just fell in each other’s arms after talking about their mutual predicament over dinner at a restaurant.
As I watched the movie, I began thinking about Jenna’s and my own situation. My seven-year marriage had not been a success but sex with my wife had always worked out fine for both of us. Getting married had probably been a mistake, as we did not have much in common. As I had yet to start looking for someone new since my wife had left, the lack of sex was killing me and I masturbated almost every evening, using internet porn and magazines as stimulants.
The movie got me wondering about Jenna and her own sexual needs. As she and I had never discussed our intimate lives, I had no idea of her needs or if she had sexual longings like me. Before that day, I had never seriously thought of Jenna as a possible sex partner but I was getting so desperate for a fuck that, after seeing that movie, I could not avoid thinking about Jenna in a sexual context. The idea of incest sprang immediately to my mind and this time, instead of dismissing it as I had always done before if I happened to look at my sister’s body with more than passing interest, I found myself glancing at her covertly, even as a guilty feeling was overcoming me. She was sitting next to me, so close I could smell her usual perfume. Her white top draped nicely over her breasts and her short blue skirt was riding at mid-thigh over her bare legs and feet. Her dark brown hair almost reached her shoulders and it curled out and upward from there gracefully. I realized with a pang that, for the first time, I was looking at my sister with a frankly sexual appreciation. My cock hardened and I had to shift my position in order to hide this development from her. Yikes! She was watching the movie’s end credits, seemingly unaware of my newfound interest. I suppose I should have kept quiet but I just couldn’t stop myself.
“I can relate to these two. I can’t say I particularly miss having a girlfriend but the lack of sex is killing me. How about you?”