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Our Retirement
by Flinders (no address provided)

***

Aging siblings find a solution to their dull 
retirement options. Some joint travel finds a real 
acceptance of life-long desires. (MF, inc, rom)

***

-= The Idea =-

I am an electrician who has just retired. I was 
widowed some four years ago and I am missing my 
partner terribly as well. I am feeling quite lonely 
to be truthful. Consequently, I have decided to sell 
up the family home in Michigan and find a newer and 
warmer lifestyle somewhere else where winters are 
less severe and isolating. 

Also, I have been keen to try to reduce my living 
costs to have a more sustainable income hence having 
a less stressful life. That meant that I needed to 
reduce my general living costs, use of social 
services and my levels of consumption. After much 
thought I now look forward to building a new house, 
generating my own electrical power, harvesting my own 
water supply and perhaps growing some of my own food 
using organic gardening techniques. 

My friends all think I am crazy. They suggest that I 
should join a retirement community and enjoy their 
friendship while entertaining myself with overseas 
travel, club activities and grandchildren. I have 
been told not to waste my retirement money on "silly 
green schemes" being offered to retirees that are 
being constantly touted throughout our urban 
societies. I am being treated as if I have lost the 
little sense I had when I was younger. Colleagues 
keep trying to save me. But for what I ask?

In hindsight, I have been resilient to most this 
friendly chiding for several years, but it is trying 
my patience nevertheless. I have my health and I 
think, most of my mind and I am sure a new adventure 
is more to my liking. To my surprise my most vehement 
supporter has been my elder sister Claire. She is the 
eldest of four siblings with Helen eight years and 
Paul ten years my junior. 

Claire is two years my senior. I am 66 if that helps. 
Over the past year Claire and I have discussed my 
plans many times. She is also single due to a midlife 
divorce many years back and keeps her home and 
hobbies to herself. She was a schoolteacher until she 
was required by the Michigan Education Department to 
retire at 65 three years ago. She too is finding the 
lack of stimulations and adventures in life difficult 
with the tedium of unfocused days wearing thin on her 
psyche. 

On one of my numerous visits this spring, while 
everyone was starting to awake from the winter 
torpors, Claire and I were having a day out. We were 
at the local nursery trying to get seedlings for her 
new spring flower garden. Over lunch, our 
conversation became concerned about our futures and 
what it really meant. 

We have become more philosophical with much deeper 
discussions than we had over the previous decades. 
She commented on the deterioration of her acquiesces 
and I about my shadowing loneliness. She had plans to 
tour the southern state's spring gardens with a tour 
group when I was planning to explore some new 
locations maybe to shift to this summer. 

The common threads in motivations were soon 
discovered. Some were threads about all the dead time 
we had during the winter months, the lack of new 
acquiesces, the high cost of living and the general 
lack of accomplishments. The most important was our 
insipid loss of independence, now only noticed in 
reflections.

The one thing that kept popping up was our despair 
when we projected forward. This concerned making 
decisions regarding personal finances, maintaining 
our health, our embedded isolation from ever more 
dynamic world, which we were being sheltered from 
within our ever-narrowing modes of conversation. 

Finally Claire encouraged me to go and build my 
sustainable house and change my life style. She then 
said something that triggered a totally new rethink 
of my plans; she said, "I just wish I could join 
you." "What a great idea, I said, why don't you come 
and join me." The immediate reply was that she 
couldn't. I asked: "Why not"?

The table went quiet for a few minutes. Finally I 
asked for her to hear me out. I explained my logic as 
best I could in an impromptu manner. That pooling of 
our financial resources would make our joint position 
much improved. Having another individual to relate to 
on a daily basis would add new and desired 
responsibilities to our boring routines while 
offering a genuine reason for being and staying 
healthy. 

We would need to attend to the World's problems once 
again by involving ourselves into community affairs. 
We would be our own wards again demanding attention 
to issues we were removed from now – responsibilities 
like taxes, politics, civil society etc. The two of 
us could also be a team to make decisions we thought 
were the right ones for us rather than for "our 
situation." 

Lastly, we would have a companion that would make 
adventurous behaviour possible and meaningful once 
more. We could share risks rather than constantly 
being driven to the safer and less rewarding 
directions because we were always by ourselves.

I found that I was speaking with so much conviction I 
surprised myself. It was a brilliant idea with an 
appropriate pitch. I looked at Claire across the 
table only to find her smiling back. Again there was 
total silence. "What do you think"? I asked. "I'll 
have to think on it a bit. I am not sure that I would 
be the right person for this much adventure?" was her 
reply. I realised that if I carried on too much, 
anymore and I would be seen as pushy. So I left the 
idea with her, saying, "Claire what else have you got 
to do anyway? What is the risk?"

Our lunch proceeded and I drove her back to her 
complex. I asked that she please think about my 
proposal, which she then immediately compared to a 
marriage-like proposal both in its context and my 
inspired delivery. I should have been on my knee, I 
thought later. She said she was flattered and hadn't 
been wooed so much in years. 

I initially put this statement down to her having 
been a literature teacher for 40 plus years and she 
was always an independent thinker and a real 
romantic. Nevertheless, I thought through my genuine 
suggestion as I returned home trying to see the 
obvious flaws in it. The more I pondered the less 
capable I was at finding these erroneous flaws. 

By the time I was pulling into my driveway I was 
convinced that my idea was reasonable and that Claire 
and I were reasonable people so it should work. I 
phoned her to remind her to think about my 
suggestion. She said she would.

-= The Preliminary Plan =-

My mind was on fire as I conjured up different 
scenarios of the immediate future. My old house was 
examined to see what would improve its resale value 
and engaged a realtor. I purchase a touring vehicle 
and prepared to be away for a few weeks. It was now a 
week since I put the proposal to Claire with no 
reply. Getting my nerves organised and ready for a 
refusal I asked Claire for another lunch discussion. 
She accepted and I was a bit surprised. The next day 
I collected Claire from her house and we went to 
lunch.

It was after about 30 minutes of bantering about when 
I asked about her decision. Was she going to help me 
find a new place to age slower and feel better? 
Claire said that she had thought a great deal about 
it and thought the idea was a good one but she felt 
that she would hold me back if she was to accept. She 
said maybe her energy levels were too low to be a 
good companion for such an adventure. I was incensed 
with the whole idea that she would be a constraint or 
even to consider it. Quite the inverse was the truth. 

With the support of Claire I was more likely to make 
the right decisions. Apparently, I could not keep 
from showing my great disappointment. There was 
silence. I was defeated and did not know how to back 
away gracefully. "Clair," I said finally, "I was 
depending on you to accompany me, even if for only 
for a few weeks to explore my and maybe your options. 
I thought that I would have your counsel. I have no 
one else to discuss these choices with otherwise. 
Can't you change your mind? You can only add to the 
venture's success, not ever hinder it!" I knew I was 
talking to myself but needed to vent my frustrated 
feelings nevertheless.

The silence was broken when the waitress returned to 
see if we wanted dessert. I settled an apple pie and 
coffee while Claire had a fruit, cheese and cracker 
platter with a pot of tea. Finally I asked what she 
was doing in the upcoming weeks. She said she had not 
planned on anything as yet. I said: "Well you can 
always accompany me on my exploration. I'll be back 
before your tour begins in three week's time."

"It means that much to you?" she asked. 

"Yes!" was my emphatic answer. 

"When were you planning to go?" she followed. 

"Well today is Wednesday and I thought I would leave 
on Saturday whenever I was ready."

"Well, if you are really sure, I think I can manage 
that time. I'll need to pack but you can pick me up 
on Saturday before you venture off. We can split the 
expenses." 

I jumped up and lent over and gave her a kiss saying, 
"That's so great! Why the change?" I asked without 
thinking. 

"Because you looked so frightfully sad. You will 
promise to get me back in time to make my tour 
wouldn't you?" 

"I promise," was my instant reply. 

 I returned home and could not sleep. I prepared and 
reviewed the intended trip backwards and forwards 
ending up ready to travel by Thursday evening. I 
called Claire to see how she was progressing and was 
told that besides having to fill a prescription at 
the drug store she was ready. I said I would come and 
get her in the morning and we could collect the 
prescription before we left. I also asked if she 
would email me an itinerary of her tour.

I loaded the stuff into the car and locked everything 
giving my neighbour a key just in case the realtor 
wanted access. I arrived at Claire's place 20 minutes 
later. I kissed her for the second time realising how 
much I had missed that simple activity. It was just a 
greeting but pleasant. I noticed that Claire was an 
equal partner in the kiss this time, which surprised 
me. She only had a small suitcase and an overnight 
bag. By 08:45 we were off and out of the state by 
10:30. 

Just after 13:00 we were two thirds through Indiana 
and ready for lunch. Unbeknown to Claire, I had 
prepared a picnic hamper with a great bottle of 
chilled white wine to have at whatever suitable place 
we found. I had exceeded my travel distance target 
for that day so I was ready to find some lodging 
close by and explore the immediate vicinity for 
interesting sites the following day. It also appeared 
that Claire needed a break after sitting for hours.

I surprised her when I saw an entrance to a State 
Park and pulled in. We found a picnic table with a 
great view over a mature greening hardwood forest 
surrounding a lake that was built as a reservoir in 
the ERA times for the local water supply. There were 
shade trees and toilets so the place was just as I 
had hoped. I broke out the picnic before Claire was 
aware and served the sandwiches and wine as she sat 
down. 

Claire was suitably impressed with my forethoughts 
and seemed to relax as we watched the scenery. "That 
was delicious. The chilled wine made it perfect but 
isn't it illegal to have alcohol in these parks"? I 
looked over and said: "My sandwiches demanded it." I 
refilled the glasses and we toasted the moment.

As we were packing up she stopped, leant over and 
gave me a kiss. It was our third kiss and second, 
that day. This kiss was slower and almost inviting. 
"Thank you, I enjoyed that lunch more than anyone 
I've had in a long time," she said. I took that as a 
Claire thought and was pleased that our adventure so 
far, was off to a good start.

We decide to get out of Indiana before stopping. It 
was logical because I would not trade an established 
home in Michigan for a similar climate in southern 
Indiana regardless of the scenery. At 4:30 pm we 
crossed the border into Kentucky. I suggested that we 
find lodging for the night and went searching for a 
suitable motel. In the process we came upon a quaint 
B&B hidden away in a beautiful forest glade defined 
by a lake.

When we went into the receptionist we were informed 
that only one room was left. It was the superior room 
with its own ensuite and deck overlooking the vista 
and lake. And because we looked like a nice couple 
and it was late in the day we could have it for the 
normal rate. I was about to correct the situation 
when Claire quickly said, "Thank you we'll take it 
for the night."

I was flummoxed. Before I could clear my thoughts 
Claire registered and collected the keys. Next we 
followed the receptionist carrying our bags to the 
room, which turned out to be a beautifully designed 
stand-alone bungalow with kitchenette, lounge room 
and large bedroom with just one giant bed. The 
receptionist handed the keys to me and told us of a 
good place to eat and bid us a goodnight. 

I was really confused. I sat down in one of the 
lounge chairs to ponder what had just happened. 
Claire on the other hand, explored the bungalow with 
approving jesters of good, fine and isn't that 
lovely. "Well Stan this is a really good start." 

"Claire, that fellow thinks we are a couple," I said. 
"Well Stan we are a couple just different from the 
way he defines the term," was her reply. She followed 
with, "I like the way it feels – to be a couple, 
don't you?" She was standing in front of me about to 
give me a big hug. After the hug she kissed me for 
the fourth time. It was a soft lingering kiss on the 
lips that I had not experienced in several years. 
"Let's just pretend that we are an old married couple 
and enjoy all those great sensation, Okay? It has 
been a long time since I felt this wanted."

She went to freshen up and left me with more 
confusion. Had she actually had treated my proposal 
as a kind of marriage proposal? I had not meant it as 
such. Now she seemed to treat us as an old married 
couple out jaunting about, perhaps indulging in what 
might be considered a dirty weekend capper. The 
realisation stunned me. After my initial conclusion 
and fear came the more subtle understanding. I had 
missed the whole story that Claire immediately 
understood from the start. 

My proposal was indeed genuine, I just had not 
recognised it. No wonder Claire was hesitant to 
respond. What is more important was she took my 
proposal and agreed to come knowing that I was not 
yet aware of its true import. She had taken me on 
faith and hoped I would eventually see the light. 
Well the light went on. I am frightened but very 
pleased that my sister was so thoughtful and 
trusting. 

I was startled when she said, "Stan, I am a bit tried 
and stiff. I would appreciate a warm bath before 
relaxing on the deck. Can I suggest that we finish 
the picnic and wine rather than going out to eat 
tonight, what do you think?" she commented. I said it 
sounded like a good idea. I returned to the car and 
collected the picnic fare and returned to find Claire 
running the bath. I grabbed a glass of ice water from 
the refrigerator and went on to the deck to think. I 
was not clear about how this evening was proceeding. 
Claire's initial hesitance to join me had now seemed 
totally reversed. 

Her spirits were high and she appeared more excited 
as the day progressed. She was actually driving the 
agenda at least for this evening. I was pleased by 
this situation. I was a little concerned about the 
reversal of the roles but pleasantly willing to enjoy 
it using a "go with the flow" mentality. The 
implications we left with the B&B owner were never 
thought of until just that moment. In the end I 
decided it was just due to the excitement of the 
adventure. I began to relax watching the changing 
lights over the country view.

After a second glass of ice water about 30 minutes 
later Claire arrived on the deck in a big fluffy robe 
supplied by the B&B and bare feet. "Stan, can you 
open the Champagne in the frig. I certainty could use 
that right now. I believe there is also a loaf of 
French bread and cheeses too. Obviously this is a 
ceremonial bungalow don't you think?" 

Not sure how to reply I simply said, "I'd say so! How 
was the bath?" I asked. 

"Perfect, all my stiffness is gone and the Champagne 
will do the rest. You should do the same." 

"Will you wait on the Champagne and the lot if I do?" 
I asked. 

The reply was equally tongue and cheek with, "Only if 
you are quick."

I was not sure how the next steps were to play out. I 
had been so preoccupied with travel and the future 
that I was not prepared for the present. I went to 
the bath only to see that Claire had laid out the 
B&B's second robe on the bed. I gathered it up and 
proceeded to the shower, which felt wonderful and 
refreshing just as she said. Instead of dressing I 
merely put on the other robe and made my way to the 
deck to join Claire.

"Great!" was her greeting as she handed me the flute 
of Champagne. She had organised the cheese and 
crackers on a tray and gestured for me to sit down. 
There was silence as we made our way through the wine 
and nibbles watching the sunset across the lake. To 
my surprise Claire started a couple candles. 

The atmosphere was amazing and I felt so relaxed and 
pleasant that I did not notice that Claire was 
watching me intently. "Stan, were you serious about 
us exploring the future together?" was her soft 
comment. It almost got lost in the surrounding 
environment's evening sounds. 

I looked over and said emphatically yes. 

"Did you think about us as a couple, as a possible 
mated pair or just as a sort of informal alliance-
like partnership?" was her second question. She 
followed with, "Please be careful with your answer. I 
am looking at this circumstance as potentially my new 
future and not just having an adventure together. I 
need to know you can think of me as a new partner to 
replace the one you lost. You do understand, don't 
you?" 

The penny dropped. My proposal was indeed a marriage 
proposal of sorts after all. Claire was offering 
herself to me as my new mate and not just as a 
partner for an assorted set of adventures. I was not 
sure that I was ready for another mate yet but it was 
clear that Claire was the perfect one to consider. 

I realised that several minutes had gone by so I 
looked at her and said, "Claire you are my best 
friend, my only trusted counsel and the one person I 
feel closest to. I think that Jean would be pleased 
if she knew that I was now yours if you'll have me. I 
am only what you see. Is that enough for you? You 
could get better you know? But if a future with me is 
acceptable then the answer is we are a couple in 
every aspect of our lives, as a mating pair if you 
desire that too."

"Stan, it means being my mate. I am so anxious to be 
mated as a woman again. I want you to be my soul 
mate. Even though I am too old to procreate, 
nevertheless I want you to treat me as if I could. 
I'll take our consummation as evidence of our 
agreement to be mates for life. Is that agreeable 
with you?" 

I jested with, "Don't you want to try me out first in 
case I cannot perform any longer? It's been years 
since I was inside a woman. I might fail." 

"The only way to tell is to see. Let's see," was her 
response. Claire got up and opened her robe then 
gently straddled my lap. She was naked beneath. 

She leant forwards and kissed me on the lips. At the 
same time she opened my robe and hugged me so that my 
chest came in contact with her soft breasts. I was 
overwhelmed with the sense of desire. I felt myself 
having a spontaneous erection. This was something 
that only happened of late with manual relief. 
Sensing my stimulated state Claire lent back to see 
my erection grow. She was pleased that I was still 
able to offer her sexual intercourse saying, "Oh Stan 
I have been dreaming of this for a week now," where 
she began fondling my erection to carefully fit it 
within her opening lips. 

Then with slow, deliberate and emotional grace Claire 
descended on to my lap causing my penis to 
comfortably slip inside her vagina. It went 
remarkably easily with warmth and comfort. "Stan, 
please your semen inside me so we are actually 
lovemaking. That would be marvellous?" 

All I could do was moan in reply.

I watched Claire as she closed her eyes and opened 
her mouth as we consummated our agreement. Once I was 
fully inside her she slowly rotated her hips as I 
began pushing upwards. It had been years since my 
last mating and it was all too much for me and I 
automatically orgasmed inside Claire. It must have 
triggered Claire to orgasm at the same time. Although 
it was a short episode it was without doubt the 
longest orgasm I have ever experienced. "Stan, do you 
love me?" Claire asked. 

"Yes, Claire I love you more than I can understand 
right now." 

"Good! We are a couple who can mate. It is a 
wonderful future ahead of us now."

Without moving we stayed together even after my penis 
fell free of Claire's vagina. It was over an hour 
before we stirred. Finally, Claire moved back and 
looked at me. "Stan that was the most enjoyable 
sensation I have had in years. I also expect that we 
can get better at it too. What were your thoughts 
when we orgasmed together?"

I said, "I wasn't really thinking, I am afraid. All 
the feelings were so intense that I had trouble 
absorbing all of them and I wanted all of them to 
continue. I was happy, you were so open to me and you 
accepted my love and seemed to relish the feeling as 
much as I did. Oh wait there was something that 
flashed through my mind, it was the thought of why we 
had not done this before? Now that I think about it I 
realise that I have always wanted to mate with you 
even when we were kids. Strange isn't it?"

"No, I don't think so. Jean use to tease me about how 
much I wanted you. I hope I can satisfy you as much 
as Jean could," where she then kissed me. 

"Claire, you have no fears there. I'll fuck you as 
often as I can. Let's go to bed and see if we can do 
it again?"

"Stan, did you and Jean fuck each other?" 

"No fuck was a rude term and not used between us," I 
answered. 

"Good, let's make a pack that we fuck each other then 
and it's for sheer enjoyment," Claire declared. 

We kissed and went to bed feeling exhausted instead 
of horny. That was for tomorrow. We decided to stay 
at the B&B as a honeymoon holiday for a few more 
days.


-= Planning the future =-

Regardless of our physical and emotional energy 
ebbing by one o'clock in the morning we were both 
awake and fucking each other by two in the afternoon. 
As hoped my second orgasm was much longer in coming 
if perhaps a bit shorter in duration. 

Claire was able to have a number of slow deep orgasms 
as we quickly experimented with several modes of sex. 
By four in the morning I had perform orally on Claire 
something Jean never would accept. I on the other 
hand I received a blowjob I had not had since high 
school graduation. 

We were exhausted and slept until 9 am. We bathed and 
decided to ask the BB innkeeper for the next two days 
in the cabin. We were hungry and followed the 
recommendations to have breakfast at the local 
luncheon spot a few miles away. As we talked we 
decided to abundant the touring and retire to bed and 
enjoy the physical sensation of sex. I swear that the 
vigour we expressed was more than we had expressed in 
years. 

Then out of blue Claire asked, "Stan, if you could 
impregnate me would you?" 

I thought about my answer and replied, "Claire, yes I 
would impregnate you but I would just let it happen 
naturally not force the issue." 

"Even if I were your sister?" she continued. 

"Well, I guess I would have thought about it but 
after fucking you last night, I would still do it. 
There is something incredibly exciting about having 
my sister full of my sperm, however spurious they 
might be. Am I perverted?" 

"Yes you are and so am I. I have the similar 
incredibly desire for incestuous behaviour. Isn't it 
wonderful that we can practice something so anti-
social and illegal and have only positive outcomes?"

END

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