Dede looked at me and expected me to be her rock. I am her only sibling and since the death of mom, we were orphans as it were. Dede and I had never been close as kids – she was three years older than me but when dad died we became closer. That had been 20 years ago now. We had remained close to each other and mom since then. Mom’s death, like father’s was sudden, but at least mom was older. Poor daddy died when he was only 50, in an accident. Mom had a stroke but at least she made it to 70, so we were grateful for as long as we had mom.



Dede and I lived within 3 miles of each other, our families close to each other as well. Her and her husband Derek and me and my wife Judy often did couple things and my two kids and her three were all close too. We were really an extended family. Now, with mom gone too, Dede came to me with her pain – her and Derek had separated. Katrina, their youngest left for college in August and in September Derek decides he’s not happy anymore and off he goes. Dede called me lost, as I am the remaining touchstone in her life.



That was two months ago and Dede was stronger but still alone. She spent a great deal of time with Judy and I. It was familiar but without Derek, different too. Still, Dede was returning to her old, happy self. At least money wasn’t a problem for her. Between what mom left us in her estate and Derek being a successful accountant, she was fine financially. She stayed busy with her kids – 2 in college and her oldest son Derek Jr., getting married in the coming Summer, she was contented. At times even seeming happier than I had ever seen her.



Last Thursday she called me and asked me to please come to her place on Friday evening after I got off to take a look at her leaf blower that seemed to not wanna start this year. I told her I‘d bring my own and do it for her. She said she’d feed me and get me drunk if I did a good job. Judy was going out for a girl’s night with some of her work friends, so I was good with getting fed. I left work early and went home and slid into some jeans, a sweater and grabbed my blower. I got to Dede’s and looked at the job before me. She’d been out all day raking by hand, so I didn’t have much to blow really.



I asked her why she’d done so much when I told her I was coming over to blow them for her and she said she decided she needed the exercise and would rather hang out with her kid brother than watch me work, so she ordered a pizza and came back from the kitchen with two cold Heineken’s.



“Guess what else?” she taunted me. “Derek got me an ounce of pot and I have been getting high again for the first time in at least 20 years. After we eat we can get buzzed! Wanna? Come on” she joked, “like when we were kids?” I grinned and said sure, just don’t rat me out to Judy. Judy didn’t like it if I got high, even now. She would be fine if I got plastered drinking liquor, but if I got stoned she tells me ‘it makes me stupid.’”



We knocked back the first beer when the pizza came. We scarfed the NY style pizza and had another beer. We laughed and reminisced. She grabbed the plates no sooner than I could swallow my last bite of pie and she was running back into the breakfast nook with the ounce of pot and papers. “Here, I can’t roll one very well, so you do it.” I took the implements of giddy destruction and twisted one up, then licked it down so it would tighten. “Why do you do that?” she asked as if disgusted. “You always did that when we were young too . . .” I quit listening to her go on and on. I just laughed, said “Sit down, shut up, and light this,” and we proceeded to cop a nice buzz.



Dede went and appeared with a medium sized boom box and started searching for music – oldies for we oldies. After all I was 39 and she was 42 now, so we were sure around the bend I guess. We found a classic rock station and drank, smoke and sang our way around the kitchen for awhile, having a blast. Then “Every Rose Has A Thorn” came on and she was sobby and wanted to dance.



I was just buzzed enough to think it was fine. I am famous for not dancing unless I am tore up from the floor up, but she looked so sad and nostalgic, so I rose and took her and we danced slowly. She put her hands around my neck and laid her head on my chest and we rocked back and forth in that infamous slow dance routine that was more shuffling and swaying our hips than any sort of “dancing” per se, but ya know how it is.



I sang quietly to her in my infamous off key caterwauling, and she joined in and we sang and swayed. I felt a drop of tear soak through my t-shirt. I had taken off the sweater since I wasn’t outdoors working and Dede’s house was always too warm for my tastes anyway.



I sort of got lost in the moment and began to really enjoy our closeness. I smelled her hair as we swayed with Bret Michaels as he sang. I didn’t really notice too much because of the herbs and Heineken, but I was sort of grinding against Dede, my hands on her hips. I wasn’t really trying to, but then when I kind of noticed it, I didn’t want it to end either. And she seemed like it was working for her too. Her hands were now locked behind my neck and our swaying in unison grew more exaggerated and slightly sexual – not overtly, but sweetly and almost innocently so. As the part of the song cranked up to the lead guitar Dede leaned back a little and looked up at me.



I drew back and looked at her too and I guess we both felt it because she leaned up and I leaned down and we kissed gently, passionately but gently. I felt a wave of something move through me that I’d not felt in a while. She breathed in very slowly as our kiss ended and she lowered her head and placed her forehead on my chin as we continued to sway. Her grip on my neck had eased and her hands slid down under my arms for her to hold to me tighter. My cock was growing and she felt it.



Dede looked back up at me and smiled warmly. We kissed again, more eager, yet still warm and loving. I did then begin to pull her to me more desperately and she responded. She could feel my bulge and she let her hip and right thigh slide over to brush me there. She could feel my hardening cock and instead of recoiling she pulled herself to me harder. Once again our kiss broke. She began to kiss the nape of my neck with these tiny warm kisses. I let my hands move from her hips and to her ass and she welcomed my needy holding her closer.



The song ended and we stopped. I was fearful, confused and very concerned I had done very, very bad letting myself get carried away. Perhaps I had taken advantage of her time of need and vulnerability. We separated just a little and she looked back up to me. I looked back at her and started to say “I am sorry for that Dede. I don’t know why I took advantage of you . . .” but she took her index finger and placed it on my lips. She stood on her barefoot tiptoes and leaned in close to me. “Shhhh…don’t say a word unless you mean it.” I looked a bit confused and she smiled so warmly and sexually. She slid back and let her hands fall, grabbing both my hands in hers. She backed up smiling at me as she led me out of the kitchen and toward the door. I figured I was on my way out, and she would not hold this against me, but her “don’t say a word unless you mean it” puzzled me, but she made that clear. “If you must, leave.” She said and looked up at me. Her eyes were almost pleading. Not begging, but her eyes spoke to me.



In about 3 seconds and I had not said anything else or ran for the door, she took my hand and turned up the stairs leading me. I followed as she slowly swayed her generous hips as she climbed the stairs. She looked back once and whispered “If you stay, it will never be the same.” Her eyes were warm and expressive and wanting. I thought for about a millisecond and replied “If I go it’ll never be the same either Dee, so if it’s all the same to you I think I’ll hang out a bit longer, if that’s okay I mean,” clearly hamming it up. She smiled that sweet older sister smile and pulled me as she now trotted up the steps.



She almost skipped into her room and slammed the door behind me as I followed. She was in my arms before we could get a breath. It was like a dream only better. She was pulling at my t-shirt and had me all jumbled up in it in a flash. I laughed at her fumbling and she started hitting me playfully. When she’d thrown my shirt to the floor she stood inches from me as she unsnapped my Levi’s. She was looking into my eyes, smiling and occasionally kissing me sweetly. Smartly, she leaned down and pulled my shoes off so I would not be naked but for my shoes and socks, which in this situation would have been more weird as well as rather mood spoiling hilarious.



She rose back up and ran her hands on my chest as she purred “God, you were hot as a kid, but you feel so good Joey.” Then she tugged at my waistband and in one fell swoop I was naked in front of my sister. She backed up and looked at me. “Damn Joseph!” she uttered.” If I’d have known how pretty that was,” she said pointing at my bosom buddy and lifelong pal, “I would have raped you years ago!” My cock was extending and fattening and I was turned on as all Hell.



She sort of whooshed me and before I knew it I was lying on the bed on my back. She stood back a step away from the side of the bed and slowly unbuttoned her blouse. She stared into my eyes the whole time. She smiled as she slid the straps of her bra over her shoulders and freed her spectacular breasts. I just stared, my mouth hanging open catching flies. She unsnapped her jeans and slid down her jeans and panties so fast I hardly saw it happen.



“You like?” she asked, hitting the “ta-da” pose, her hands raised in the air. I nodded my approval. She stepped to the bed, put her left knee on the mattress and sort of jumped onto me. No time to squall about it – her tongue was in my mouth too fast for that. The rest is just sorta lost in a fog of hands, tongues, sweat and passion. Grunts, groans and some “Holy Shits!” rounded out our evening.



We made slow passionate love; we made mad passionate love; we made dogs in heat love; we made love as two people who’d long been denied each others passions. It was without doubt the most incredible intimate moment of my life.



The future was written in stone when as Dee and I were in the “hot chick on top swaying her big tits in my face” position that she collapsed down onto my chest and looked at me as she kissed the end of my nose. “I love you Joey,” she almost whispered. I pulled her down onto to me harder and arched my back to be in my sister’s pussy as far as humanly possible. She grunted as she orgasmed again and I whispered in her ear, “I love you Dede.”



We ended our night of passion with me on her and she holding me closer to her then seemingly possible. We continued grunting and groaning on each other as our passions built to incredible levels. I grew near to release and she was more loving and wanting then any woman I’d ever known. We came together and then in an awesome moment of release, we began to giggle, then laugh almost uncontrollably.



I slid off of her and she curled up to me, threw her leg over mine and laid her head on my sweaty chest. She looked up at me with such love and desire and I knew then the same thing she’d known too - that indeed her words had come true – “nothing will ever be the same again.”



We told each other how bad this was needed and more importantly, that we’d loved it and wanted it to happen again and often. We confessed our love for each other; that this was not a mistake and how happy we both were that it had happened. Dee confessed to me and I to her that we’d thought of each other in this situation before, just that neither one of us knew how or when to proceed.



I looked at the clock and figured I better beats feet home before time got too late and Judy came looking for me. I mean, it was not uncommon for her to just show up at Dee’s and walk on in, so I sure as Hell didn’t wanna be lying naked in bed with my incredible older sister if that happened.



I jumped in the shower real quick to rinse off the sex smell from my nakedness and jumped out. Dee wanted to join me and I had to pry her off to get the Hell outta Dodge before we started doing it all over again Not that I didn’t want to, but getting busted fucking my sister was not in the evenings plans as far as I was concerned.



I dried off and dressed. Dee lay on the bed fully exposed watching me. “We should have done this years ago Joey,” she sweetly told me. I nodded and agreed. “Well, I hope we can make up for lost time!” I replied. She smiled broadly and nodded her head vigorously at my words. As I finished dressing she rose and approached me. I stared in awe of this woman. Still naked she came to me, wrapped her arms around my neck and we kissed as fervently as when we made love. I felt a tear run down her cheek onto mine. We broke and I feared her feelings and fragility. There was no reason for me to.



She sobbed a little and smiled up at me. “I mean it Joey,” she whispered in my ear. “I am in love with you. I think I have been since Daddy died. And to tell ya the truth, as often as not you were in my mind when Derek and I had sex. You have always been my rock,” she smiled. And knowing my freak out tendency at a woman’s tears she smiled and added, “These are tears of joy and happiness, and not regret, except that it took so long to happen.” I kissed her again and said I gotta get home before Judy.



She even walked downstairs naked to see me out and was holding on to me and kissing me until I grabbed the knob to head out the door. I opened the door, she slid back out of view and hit a sexy little pose and said “See ya next time, big fella!” I grinned, quite pleased at this new turn of events. I picked my blower up and headed home.



I pulled in next to Judy who was already home. I walked in as she was hanging up the phone. She’d called Dee looking to see if I had left yet. I walked in, kissed Judy and she said “Get her blower fixed?” I smiled inside at the juxtaposing of that question with what we’d done. I thought to myself, yeah, her blower is working just fine now, but knew better than to get too witty. “Naw Babe, I just did it myself.” Judy smiled and busied herself telling me about Donna at work and all the other girl stuff the girl’s night out revealed. I smiled, wondering what else Dee needed fixed . . . .