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Pleasures Postponed

A Fictional Story.  Any resemblance to persons living or dead is
entirely coincidental.

By James Bellamy

Chapter One - Prologue

I don't see my "little sister" jenny very often now that we both have
raised families and are geographically separated by a few hundred miles

She has matured well over the years

I have always harbored a certain fear of our childhood being raised
between us, so it comes to mind each time there is a visit.

It started on a summer evening when I was about 12 or 13.  The local
gang was out after dark playing tag football.  Several girls were
included.  As it got darker the game became more and more of a wrestling
and groping event between the boys and the girls.   I found myself atop
Brenda, one of the tougher and bigger members of the class.

 "You may be able to do that with Maggie, but you can't do it with me,"
she huffed, "get off of me!"

I had found myself enjoying the contact between our groins and had begun
to grind against her a little bit.  Suddenly, my cock erupted and I was
flooded with something warm and wet.  It was my first orgasm and I
didn't understand what had happened.  I headed home with lots of
concerns in my head.

Piecing together bits of things heard on the school discovered sex.
Lying in bed, I found that the pleasure was easy to bring back just by
thinking of Brenda's body against mine and how my cock felt moving
against the valley formed by her legs.  I was rock hard immediately, and
then very quickly, the hot warm fluid was all over again.  I was
starting to like it.

Soon after, my curiosity got me exploring the mysteries of my two
sisters' and mom's laundry.  They had such silky and mysterious
underwear.  I rubbed my dick with them, smelled the musky smell left
behind in their panties and tried them on.

 I would sneak panties into my room to wear at night in wonderful
fantasy sex rubbing against the silk of my older sisters' panties while
sniffing the younger ones against my face.  I was in heaven!

Late one night, after everyone had gone to sleep, I crept down to the
door of my little sister's room.  I listened with bated breath for the
sound of her regular breathing, and then entered.  My heart was pounding
in my chest as if to burst with excitement.  Stealthily, I pulled back
the covers and waited again to see if she awoke.

The moon lit the room slightly so I could see her panties, her gown
being pushed up around her waist.  Slowly, and carefully, I touched her
mound lightly with my fingers.  It was delightful to feel the heat of
her panty-covered pussy between her legs.

Jennifer stirred and mumbled something.  I froze.  But she shifted her
position so that her legs parted slightly, allowing my fingers to slip
down between her legs and lie in her slit.  I could feel that she had
started to get wet.  I didn't fully understand this, but moved my hand
against the pool forming under the silkiness of her panties.  This
brought sleepy sounds of pleasure.  I leaned closer and the smell of her
drifted up to my nostrils.

I put my lips to her mound and my finger slipped past the tight elastic
leg of her panties and into the wetness.  She thrashed around and pushed
me away.  Was she awake?  I spoke her name, no answer.   My heart was
pounding and I retreated with my surprising new information.   As I
slipped into my bed, I sniffed the juices still on my explorer finger
and tasted pussy for the first time.

At breakfast the next morning, Jennifer gave no indication that anything
had happened.   Still, I had the feeling that she had been awake and
that she had enjoyed my exploration.  I couldn't wait to try it again.

The next night, when the house had quieted, I again crept silently down
the hall and slipped in Jennifer's room.  I stood by her bed and
listened for her regular breathing.  The covers were thrown off and she
lay on her side with her back to me.  Her panty-covered bottom was
inviting, soft and round.  My cock was tenting out my shorts like a
spear.

With my heart in my mouth, I lay down behind her, my cock prodding the V
formed by her legs and the tight crack of her bottom.  I stopped
breathing for a moment, but she continued her regular breathing.
Emboldened, I slipped my hand onto her small breasts that were just
beginning to bud.  The nipple hardened immediately.  My cock against her
panties was about to explode.  We stayed in this spoon position for
several minutes, again, I thought she was pretending to sleep through
it.  But then suddenly Jennifer thrashed around and made a sound,
scaring the hell out of me and I again retreated from the room to the
safety of my room.

I waited for my courage to return and then slipped back into her room.
I returned to my position against her pantied ass and quietly assured
her
I would not hurt her.  She said nothing and my hand found her breast
again.  She moved her legs apart and my cock slipped between them,
moving up the moist slit.  I reached around her and found the tip of my
cock just at the tip of her mound.  Again, she thrashed about and I
stood up next to her bed as she rolled onto her back, her legs spread
apart.  Slipping a finger under her panties, I found the moistness of
her pussy and gently massaged it.  My finger found her hole and I
slipped it carefully inside the tight little pussy.

Slowly, I began to fingerfuck her, first to my second knuckle and
eventually all the way in.  Her mound rested in my palm as my finger did
its work.  Jennifer squirmed under my hand.  I followed my finger with
my tongue.   I don't know how I knew that was the right thing.  I just
wanted to taste the source of that scent that I found so intoxicating.
My mouth was now on her cunt and I brought my hands to her breasts as
she squirmed against my tongue.

My hands found the elastic at the waist of her panties and slipped them
down.  She raised her hips slightly to make it easier.  My tongue
returned to its post.  I explored her entire slit as her juices spread
over my mouth, lips cheeks, chin, everywhere.  Her nipples were like
diamonds sticking up from the small mountains jutting from her chest.

Carefully, I moved up between her legs.  Replacing my finger and tongue
with my cock, I slowly slipped the head of it up and down her slit.  The
hot juices felt like fire on my cock.  My heart was pounding with sheer
excitement coupled with the fear of being caught!

My cock found the entrance of her pussy.  I pushed against the
tightness, which didn't want to yield to my pressure.  Jennifer made a
sound,

 "Mnnp" followed by "No!"   I went back to massaging her slit with my
cock head and massaging my cock with her pussy.  Again I tried the
entrance, fondling her nipple at the same time.

This time my cock slipped into the tight entrance.  It was just the head
of it.  It burned like crazy, but a delicious fire it was.  I couldn't
believe how good it felt.  As I started to push my way further in, I
felt Jennifer's hand surround my cock for a moment and then
panic-stricken, push me away.  My cock head popped out of the tight ring
of her pussy and my sperm juices pumped out all over her tummy, thighs
and tits.  Jennifer leapt from the bed and ran to the bathroom where I
could here her washing all of my cum from her body.

She must have been scared by all that, because that was the last time I
got close to fucking her.  After that an occasional feel or rub against
her was all we did.  Besides the danger of getting caught, I started to
discover other girls.
So it has always been a secret worry that Jennifer would bring this up
and cause embarrassment or some other problem.  So with her visiting us
today, the concern came back into at least the back edge of my
consciousness.


Chapter Two --  Thirty Years Later

Jennifer's husband died about seven years ago and she has not
re-married.  Looking at her, it is a little surprising.  She has a nice
shape, with good legs, medium size breasts still firm and high.  I
admire her as she drops her luggage and gives me a sisterly kiss.  "What
does it take to get a drink around here,
I insisted that we go to a very posh new restaurant nearby.

"If big brother is going to splurge, we'll have to really dress up!"

"Not necessary!"  I protested.

"Oh no, if someone is taking me to the best restaurant in town, I always
dress up out of respect for his big spending ways!" Jennifer tended to
be very expansive in her expressions.
When they came back downstairs, they both looked terrific.   My sister's
silk dress outlined her body perfectly.  The scooped neckline framed her
tits and I think my mouth dropped open with admiration.

"Close your mouth, big brother, she murmured, and tell me what you think
of your little sister?  Or, is that an expression of appreciation?"  She
giggled with pleasure at my slight discomfort being caught looking at
her tits.

"I'm just glad you insisted on dressing.  Dinner is always better with
scenery like the both of you."  I really meant it too.  I followed them
out to the car watching their asses move seductively under the light
summer dresses.

" I think we are getting your husband aroused, Mary.  Is he always such
a complete lecher?   He just keeps bouncing from one set of boobs to the
other, have you noticed"

"Is that a big surprise to you?  I've known it for years.  Maybe he is
on his better behavior in the family?"  My wife was not much good at
defending me.  We were on our third bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon and the
two of them were feeling pretty full of themselves.  The waiter had been
giving them all kinds of attention and they kept flirting even more
openly as the evening wore on.

"Does big brother keep a straight face when you play footsie with him
under the table, Mary?"

"What do you say we both play and see if he is still the great stone
face?" my wife offered.

"Now wait a minute you two!"  First one and then the other slipped off a
shoe and started teasing my ankles with their nyloned toes.  "Hey, this
is a public place," I protested in mock horror. Who can a guy
trust,       "hey be careful there,"  I gasped a little as one foot
worked its way into my crotch and bumped into a very stiff cock.

"Oh, my goodness, he's not ignoring us entirely, I can see that!"  That
answered the question of who had reached the summit first.  It was a bit
of a shock that it was my sister's foot and not my wife's.  I caught her
foot in my hand and couldn't help enjoying my sister's nylons.   "Come
on Mary, join me here at the top of the ladder!"  Now each of them had a
foothold on my cock, so to speak.  They were both enjoying it, too.  I
decided to relax and enjoy it, my hand cupping both squirming silky feet
as they played in my lap. They both had silly grins on their faces and
Jennifer ran her tongue seductively over her bright red lips.

"You are always wanting two of us - now you have your wish and don't
know what to do?"  Mary giggled.  "I think we could have our way with
you if we tried, even if Jennifer is your sister.  I don't know about
this brother of yours, Jennifer.  He doesn't get this hard when I give
him dinner at home!"

The waiter came with the check and the two of them teamed up to grip my
cock between the balls of their feet and move back and forth.  "I'll ha
have the ch  check,"  I gasped.  The waiter smiled knowingly and took
another lingering look at the two sets of knockers now pressed against
the table top by the position the girls had to get into to reach into my
lap with their toes.

"Shall we let him come up for air, Mary?  Or do you want to see if he
can walk with this hard-on on display"

On the way home, I pondered this behavior which was strictly not like
either woman.  My wife leans toward being a bit of a prude and Jennifer
and I had never been this open about sex before.  I decided that it was
the wine, and that I liked it no matter what it was.  On the theory that
there is no sense spoiling a good thing, I opened another bottle at home
and we settled into the deep leather furniture for a long chat.

Jennifer had her shoes off and her legs crossed as she stretched out on
the couch.  Her skirt slipped up to mid thigh and a darker band of nylon
showed.  Good grief, I thought, can she be wearing old-fashioned nylons
and a garter belt?  I thought about the fact that I shouldn't be having
such thoughts about my own sister.

The conversation turned to children; Jennifer still had a teen-age son
at home.

"Tommy has reached puberty and I think he is rifling through my
underwear drawer.  Is that normal?
Mary had fallen off to sleep in her chair and then gone off to bed, and
so I had to answer.

 "I think it is fairly standard.  It is the curiosity factor, you know.
You girls are so different and mysterious and you wear such sensuous
clothes."

"Did you go through my things when you were that age?" she wanted to
know.

"Well, I think I might have done some of that, though you were a bit
young.  I went more for Mary's things and Mom's frankly" I confessed
more easily than I thought I might.

"Really," she said and her legs shifted a little and I could see up her
dress to the expanse of white panty hiding her crotch.  My hard-on was
back.  "Do you ever think about the time you taught me a little about
sex?"  Oh God, here it comes, I thought.

"Well, to be honest, yes it does occur to me sometimes."

"Wow, it was really exciting, even though I felt I had to pretend to be
sleeping."

"I'm a little uncomfortable talking about it," I admitted.

"Yeah, me too, but I figure  'what the heck, it is probably pretty
standard part of everyone's life, if they are lucky, that is.   So I
decided that this trip I would ask you about it.  You don't mind do
you?'

"Uh, no, I guess not, if you don't"
Jennifer swung around on the couch and put her head in my lap.  Still
feeling the effect of the wine, she continued.

"Actually, I really wanted you to do more, but I was afraid.  And then I
had a crush on you from then on and we never did any more.  You seemed
so big and I remember it hurting a little when you slipped your cock in
me, even just a little bit.  Remember, I grabbed it to see what it was
like and then you popped out?"

Her skirt slipped further up her thighs as she raised her knees.  Sure
enough, she was wearing a garterbelt, I noted as the clasps came into
view.  I enjoyed the contrasting dark nylon and a little ring of light
blue further up.  "Christian Dior' I read.  It is a sexy sight to see on
a lady's legs,

"They made a big mistake going to pantyhose, in my humble opinion." I
offered.

"I'm afraid I have to admit I knew it was a weakness of yours  - that's
why I wore them.  I guess I still have that crush on you, big brother.
Aren't I sinful?" she teased, looking up at me and rubbing her head
against my ever hard cock.  I'm sure that it is a good thing that you
stopped back then when you did, but in the long scheme of things, do you
ever wonder what it would hurt if the concern about pregnancy was gone?"

She was getting awfully philosophical with the help of the wine, I
thought.  "Well, that is a thought, I suppose.  A lot of things we do
are missed opportunities when you look back on them."
"I still have an occasional fantasy about you, you know.  I lie in bed
and think about you creeping into my room and putting your hand on me
and then slipping your finger under my panties and into me as you did
once so long ago.

Then I come out of the fantasy to find that it is just good old me
...... getting myself off and thinking of my good old big brother."  Her
hand dropped down to cover the just visible white of her panty-covered
mound.  " It is so sad, there are only so many people in the world who
are worth really loving, and some of them are bound to be in your
family.  Seems like they should have special rules for that, don't you
think so?"  She leered up at me wickedly.

"Well, I better go to bed, before we have a relapse and get ourselves
into real trouble going through a time warp, little sister!   Come on,
now, I can't take much more of this.  Do you know how sexy you look
right now and how much you have turned me on all night?"

"Still think I'm right!" she sulked as I slipped my arm around her as we
went upstairs.  "Sure you won't change your mind?  I really think we
missed something nice and loving back then.  I'm serious now, you know."

Reluctantly, I pulled myself back from the brink.  "I think we better
leave it in the past, don't you?  Really?         Besides, my wife would
hear us and that would be a bigger deal than if Dad had caught me!
Otherwise I would probably rape you, so watch yourself at all future
times!"     I tried to joke a little to ease the tension.

"I never like to leave things unresolved, you know that" she insisted.

I kissed her goodnight at the top of the stairs and felt her tongue dart
into my mouth.  I headed her for her bed and squeezed the cheek of her
ass as a final good night.  My hand lingered, sensing the silk sliding
over the nylon panties underneath.  I couldn't help letting it slide
across the valley to feel the other one.  I was right, they were both
wonderful.  It was a cruel thing to do, I know, because it must have
felt good to her, too.

She turned and showed me her pouting face, kissed me once more and
started to unzip her dress.  It slipped to her waist, revealing the twin
mounds whose top curves I had longed to touch all night.

The cups of her bra held them lovingly.  The cups were rounded by the
treasure they restrained.  The little bit of lace edging the cups made
them more beautiful and inviting.

In the dim light, she unsnapped the front closing bra and let the cups
reluctantly lose their hold on their beautiful cargoes.

 I stared in complete awe of the sight of Jennifer's round breasts
capped with large dark aureoles surrounding large erect nipples.  Seeing
them for the first time was an unbelievable treat and I felt weak in the
knees for a moment.   It's the wine, I told myself.

"I know I will regret this all my life, Jen, but goodnight.

My will power finally turned me away, and I hated myself all the way to
my room.

 I undressed and crawled in next to a quietly snoring wife.  I laid my
hand on her breast, but got no response at all.  The wine had really
turned out her lights.  No help here until morning, I sighed and turned
over to await a fitful sleep, very improperly thinking about my kid
sisters' tits.

"Bill!" the low, sharp, insistent cry woke me from my half sleep.  I sat
up, not knowing what I had heard.  In a moment it came again, no
doubting it this time.  It was Jennifer calling my name, and trying to
attract my attention without waking Mary.  Again I had to fight my
conscience.  This time I lost.  My cock was again standing out in
anticipation as I walked quietly down the hall and into her room.

Just as that time so many years ago, the moon cast a glow on the panties
of the beautiful figure seemingly asleep before me.

 I stood and took in the sight.  Jennifer lay before me; her panties
cradled a very prominent mound between her smooth thighs.  Her garter
belt stretched from beneath her panties to pull the nylons far up her
beautiful legs.  The white bra was back in place now and matched her
panties and garterbelt in delightful contrast to her tanned body.  It
was a beautiful sight.  She stretched languorously, spreading her legs a
little.

I touched her mound under the panties very lightly.  I found the top of
her slit through the silky fabric and formed a v with my fingers, moving
slowly downward.  The slit widened where the entrance to the center of
her body would lie.

She stirred slightly and moved one leg to the side allowing more room
for me to explore.  It was very warm and moist here as my hand cupped
her mound like a small melon or peach.  Her movement pushed the mound
against my palm and my fingers were between her thighs holding the
richness of her body in my hand.

She raised her knee slightly and the garter tented the leg of the tight
white panties away from her body.  My hand slipped into this space and
slipped over to find the light patch of hair protecting her mound.  My
fingers slipped through it and I felt the beginning of her slit once
again after twenty-five years.  The thrill was similar if not quite the
same.  My heart raced in the same way  -- there was the danger of being
caught by my wife's awakening. And the thrill of a new adventure, this
exploring of an unfamiliar, but beautiful feminine body, holding the
promise of intimacy.

Sliding along her flank, my hand guided one finger to locate the rigid
little clitoris in its protected cove.  There it was, standing up
straight, encased in her warm sweet juices, longing to be sucked into my
mouth.

Pulling the panty leg aside, I leaned to kiss the mound and let my
tongue slip down the wet, wet, deliciously wet slit.

I felt the nylon top of her stocking as I steadied myself.

Then the electric thrill of the tip of my tongue touching her clit made
both of us jump.  She rolled on her side, and, as so long ago, left room
for me to lie close to her, my cock finding it's way to the V of her
crotch.  She moved again to allow my cock to rest along the entire slit
between her legs.

Her panties were a welcome mat as I rubbed my sensitive cock head into
the softness formed by the lips of her cunt.  I felt her hand just touch
the head of it briefly where it protruded between her legs.  She
squeezed it gently and moved her hips in a slight circular motion.

My hands found the wondrous globes of her firm breasts.  I felt a great
contentment to lie like that, with my cock sucking up the warmth of her
center, fondling her breasts as my hands lifted them and then explored
each from it's base out to the nipple.  Her nyloned legs entwined with
mine made the feeling of total sensuality complete.  I kissed the back
of her neck moved my tongue down through the almost imperceptibly fine
fuzz on her shoulders and back.  Her thighs tightened on my cock with a
gentle fondling motion.

Still pretending sleep, she thrashed her legs
slightly and I left this comfortable position to find a new one between
her legs.

Starting with her nylon covered toes, which I sucked briefly through the
stocking, I kissed my way up her leg.  I found a hint of perfume behind
her knees and left a kiss there as my hands reveled in the silken path
they found leading to the alter above.  Sliding both hands up her
thighs, I parted them and gazed at the lips of her pussy lightly veiled
by her panties.

 My hands slipped under her bottom to lift her firm, round buns and I
buried my face into her waiting cunt lips.  The scent of her love juices
and a hint of a nice perfume were overpowering.  My hands grasped the
waistband of her panties and slipped them down over her hips as she
raised them to help.  Slipping them down her legs and disentangling the
flimsy, nearly gossamer garment seem to float to my face.

I rubbed the wet across my lips and inhaled the scent of her.
She raised her knees, now sensing what was to come.  My tongue now found
her pussy completely open and available for my pleasure.  Hardly knowing
where to start, but eager now, I plunged into the waiting pool of juices
in the hollow area that centered on the entrance to her cunt and to her
entire body.  She moaned loudly now as I felt the wetness and the
slightly acidic taste of her.  My tongue felt like it was sticking out
like a very hard cock and penetrating her hot tunnel like a sword.  It
was delicious and the juices began to spread over my lips and face as I
licked deeper and pressed closer.

My hands reached to find her wonderful tits again.  I pushed her bra up
over her breasts, not waiting to wrestle with the snaps.  The orbs
popped loose from their binding and they seemed to relish being freed
into my hands.  I grasped them at the base and squeezed upward until the
nipples passed between my thumb and forefinger.  I pinched them lightly
just as my tongue slipped from the deep hole of her cunt up to the
turgid tip of her clitoris.  I heard her sharp intake of breath followed
by a groan of pleasure of serious proportions.    It was a combination
of relief, anguish and joy mixed in one.

I feared she might scream out loudly enough to wake Mary, whom I hoped
was sleeping soundly next door. I felt her hands grasp my head and pull
it tightly into her mound, her legs clamped around my ears and her
garters felt out of place in the slight coarseness they brought to the
play.  I was in heaven.

She rocked back and forth with her body thus wrapped around me.  I was
starting to need to come up for air, but held on while licking furiously
at all the wet surfaces provided by the inner lips of her cunt, her
clit, her anus and the little barrier where the slit ended under the
protection of her mound.  She came with a great squeeze to her captive
and a thorough vibration of her whole body as my tongue explored deep
into her cunt with my nose against her clit.  Just in time, she released
me for a breath of fresh air and then pulled me up to share the taste of
her cunt between our lips and tongues.

"Oh, my god, I have waited all my life for this!  She whispered hoarsely
in my ear.  It was worth the wait.  Now give me that big cock, my dear
big brother."

My cock slipped between her legs and found the entry naturally and
quickly, as if the way were familiar from years of practice.  Its head
ducked inside, greeted by the welcoming heat and moisture of her body.

Once again, her hand found my dick between our bodies, but this time she
helped pull it in all the way instead of pushing it away.  With a
grateful lunge, I slipped it deep into her waiting cunt.  She met it
with a firm pressure of her own and our mounds came together forcefully,
with my cock buried in the folds of her pussy.

We eagerly moved into a complementary motion.  She held my cock tightly
as it rushed in and out to the rhythms of our bodies.  I felt her hand
cup my balls as they slammed into her ass cheeks as I fucked her wildly,
my thrusts varying between long and short.

I pulled my cock out completely, rubbed the head of it all along the
length of her from her anus to her clit and back.

"More, more" were her only words.

I thrust once more the full length of her cunt and felt my cock so
completely surrounded and fondled by the muscles of her pussy that I
could not imagine a better feeling or a more complete fuck was
possible.  The tip of my dick seemed to touch the very end of her tunnel
just as its base was against the tight muscle that was the entrance of
her.

When she next squeezed my balls, I was ready to explode.   Suddenly I
felt my orgasm building until it erupted in streams of cum that I could
not imagine I was capable of.  It seemed to fill her up and squish
between us as I rammed myself home again and again as she raised her
ankles around my shoulders to get me deeper inside for one last moment
of ecstasy.

"Oh, that was wonderful, Sis."  was all I could gasp.  We lay together
as our juices flowed out to cover both of our bodies.  Jennifer turned
to lick some of it off my cock, then took the whole thing into her mouth
and slowly let it slip through her lips.

"Can we get this started one more time, do you think?"  She smiled.
I looked at her helplessly as she unclasped her bra and rubbed my
wilting cock with the softest and loveliest mounds I have ever felt.

Slowly I began to recover.

Jennifer scissored our legs together and guided my newly aroused, but
only semi-hard cock once more into the center of her body between her
legs.  We lay that way for a long time having a slow enjoyable fuck
while the open position allowed us to explore each other's bodies gently
and lovingly.  The muscles of her cunt were wonderfully gentle on my
weary cock.  I gave her breasts a fond pleasurefull massage and her
nyloned legs were delicious to feel surrounding me.

I kissed her fondly and prepared to go back to my bed


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