The Fire

I was jarred awake abruptly by the ringing of my phone. I grabbed it from my nightstand, “Who in the fuck would call me at 3:42 am. Hello…”

“Bobby?” the somewhat familiar muffled voice asked.

“Yes, is that you Becky?”

“Bobby, can you come get me now?” Now my sister is outright sobbing.

“What’s wrong Becky? Are you OK?” I said as I swung my legs out of bed as a sudden feeling of dread filled me.

“Just come get me, please. I’m at my apartment. ” and then the phone went dead.

I always sleep in the nude, so just grabbed a pair of sweat pants and a shirt, slipped on a pair of slides heading for the door.

I was on my way to get my 32 – year old sister Rebecca (Becky) Thomas from her apartment. Becky had just gone through a very messy divorce and had to put her house up for sale. The most fortunate part of the divorce was there were no children involved. I’m her baby brother Robert. Not quite a baby anymore at 28 years old. Neither Becky nor I went to college, rather opted for vocational schooling. I got an Associate’s degree in computer design, while Becky went into medical transcription. We both have been working for quite some time, settling into a comfortable life. Neither of us were going to get rich, but we had pretty much what we needed. That was until her divorce hit.

I had offered for Becky to come live with me until she could get a place of her own, but she insisted she would survive on her own. The apartment she moved into was not in a great place and I was worried for her safety, but she assured me that she wouldn’t be there long and it was cheap. My computer design career did not pan out as well as I had thought, but then I got into proof reading and editing user manuals for consumer products, along with other editing jobs. I worked for several companies and had a steady income flow. The great part of the job is I don’t have to go to an office. All my work is on – line and I have an office space in my spare bedroom.

It was almost an hour drive to my sister’s place on the other side of the city. During the drive my mind reflected back to our childhood. As young siblings, we were fairly close, but as we grew, we kind of drifted. By the time I was in junior high, she was already into boys and dating. We had seen each other naked before, not in sexual terms, just as living in the same house. I always thought she was pretty for a sister.

When things went sour with her marriage, we had begun to talk a lot more. At first it was only the daily routine of topics. Later, she began to confide about her feelings and lose of intimate closeness with her husband. Before her divorce, her feelings tuned to anger and the suspicion that her husband was cheating on her. Then, how her sexual frustrations were building and that their sex life had stopped. I have no love life or girlfriend and I am content with living alone. Listening to Becky’s problems, fortified those thoughts. I will admit that I wish I knew how to help Becky with her dilemma, but I don’t know of any candidates and hoped she didn’t do something dumb with anyone that lived around her.

About a block away from her apartment, I got stopped by a police barricade. The officer came to my window and informed me that there was a large fire up ahead and that I needed to detour around. I asked if it was the Biltmore Apartments and he said yes. I told him that my sister lived there and that she had called for me to come get her. Just then I saw her halfway up the block sitting on the curb next to what appeared to be a pile of trash. I told the officer that I saw her and pointed. He lifted the tape and told me to pick her up, turn around and leave the same way.

I pulled up beside her as she stood. She reached down and lifted two large garbage bags in her hands. I hopped out of my car and opened the trunk. The two bags filled my trunk, so we put a third on the back seat. We both got in and I turned around and headed back out of the area. Becky was still sobbing softly. A block later, I pulled into a closed gas station and turned to Becky. I reached over to give her a hug. That’s when the story started to spill.

Becky said she had just gone to bed after a night of transcription. She works for a suite of doctors and they like their files to be updated each day. This necessitated her to do most of her work from late afternoon to later in the evening. Of course, like my job, she could work from anywhere there is internet access. About 3 a. m. an explosion occurred at the other end of her apartment building. One of the firemen later told her, that someone was cooking meth and it blew up. Anyway, after the explosion, she looked out and saw the fire was spreading, so she grabbed garbage bags and stuffed her clothes and her few meager possessions and fled her apartment. When she saw that her apartment was not going to be spared, she called me.

Becky then lapsed into another fit of crying.

“I’m so pathetic, my life is over. ” as she continued to cry. I got out of the car and went to her side, opening her door, I pulled her up into an embrace. I wrapped my arms around her and held her as tight as I dared. Becky did the same as she subsided into snivels.

“I have nothing left, nothing of value anymore. ” she said with her face buried in my chest.

I leaned back, lifting her chin up, I said, “That’s not true. You have me. ”

She straightened up and kissed me on the lips and said, “Thank you Bobby. ”

“Let’s get you home, get you cleaned up and have a drink and think of our next step. ” The rest of the trip back to my place was mostly silent as Becky stared out the window.

When we got to my place, we left her bags in the entryway. Going to the kitchen, I grabbed two shot glasses and a bottle of Jack Daniels. At the kitchen table. we killed the first and second shot. I poured the third shot and we both looked at it a moment. I looked into Becky’s eyes and saw a tiny spark emerge.

“Becky, why don’t you jump in the shower and get the smoke smell off of you, then you’ll feel a little better. ” She got up and opened her bags looking for something to wear. We both smelt the smoke and soot smell rise from the bags. “Look, I’ll lend you a robe and tomorrow we’ll hit the laundry mat and wash everything. ”

I went to my bedroom and fetched a Korean blue silk robe that has a dragon embroidered in gold on the back. She took it and admired, “Looks and feels nice. ”

“Yeah, I like the feel of it. ” I added.

She finished her shower and walked to the living room, where I was sitting on the couch. I saw that her shoulder length brown hair was still a little wet from only a towel drying. What I noticed even more was her wonderfully sculpted legs extending from beneath the robe. The robe came down just shy of her mid – thigh. She sat down beside me on the couch. I, then noticed her well rounded tits pushing the robe out. I gazed for a couple of seconds and got busted.

“I haven’t decided which are my best assets, my tits or my legs. ” she said, smirking at me.

“Yeah, that would be a tough decision. ” I agreed. “So, on to the next problem and that is our sleeping arrangements. I can take the couch and you can have the bed. ”

“Nonsense, your bed is big enough for both of us. ”

I looked at her a little wide eyed and said, “You know, I sleep in the buff. ” I expected her to relent and have me sleep on the couch.

“That’s OK, so do I. ” as she got up and went to get the shot glasses and bottle of Jack.

As she walked back to the living room, the sash on the robe was slipping. Not only were her tits moving freely, but I caught glimpses of the dark triangle between her legs. At the sight of this and only having a pair of sweats and no underwear on, my cock decided to make an appearance. I’m not sure if she noticed or not, but she sat back down and poured two more shots. We killed those shots and poured another.

Suddenly, she giggled and turned to me, “Do you remember when you were about eight years old and I was 12, remember us crawling into mom’s bed naked?”

The scene flashed to the front of my memory. “Yeah, but that was a long time ago. ” I said blushing a bit.

“Then this won’t be the first time, will it?” Becky stood up, reached down for her shot and the robe came completely open. She leaned over the coffee table, giving me a magnificent view of her tits and took my hand. She and my cock lead us to the bedroom.

In the bedroom, I raked back the covers, slid my sweats off, along with my shirt. I laid on my back with my cock standing straight up. Becky stood at the end of the bed. Slowly, she slipped the robe off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. I could see her eyes scan my body and they settled on my cock. A smile came to her face as she crawled on all fours up the bed. I groaned seeing her tits swaying, with her hard nipples pointing straight down. She crawled all the way even with me, squeezing my cock as she came up. She started to put feather kisses on my face, ears, nose and anyplace she could reach. Finally, our lips met. At first, it was soft and then as our passion started to grow our tongues were fighting. Her hand started to stroke the length of my pole as I massaged her tits and rolled her nipples. Both of us were moaning in each other’s mouths. We broke our lips apart and Becky started to move further down, but I stopped her by laying her on her back. I engaged her tits with a fever while running my hand down her stomach to that tuft of hair on her mound. As I nibbled her nipples, I slipped my fingers in her pussy that was well lubricated. I kissed and licked my way down her body until I was where I wanted to be. Her outer lips were already puffy and as I spread them, she jerked her hips up. My tongue went on the treasure hunt, searching all the folds before plunging into the cave.

“Oh, Bobby, I love you and what you’re doing. ” as she pushed her pussy firmly to my face, running her hands through my hair.

I gazed back up at her face, “I’ve always wanted to do this, ever since I stole your panties when you were in high school. ”

My tongue found her clit as it circled around it. Becky clinched my head, locking my face in place while she bucked her pussy. She gave a loud gasp when I suck her clit in my mouth. I kept the suction going while my fingers in her tunnel were searching for her rough patch. Once I started rubbing it, her hands dug into my head.

“oh god, oh god, Bobby, I’m going to cum, oh god, Bobby”, she wailed. Her hips were bucking up and down so violently, it was hard for me to hold on as her ass lifted off the bed. My sister’s entire body was quaking. And the it hit, wave after wave of her fluid soaked my face, overflowing my mouth and washing down my face. As her orgasm subsided, she loosened her grip on my head as her body melted back on the bed.

Laying there panting, she looked down at me and sheepishly said, “I guess I don’t need to tell you, but I gush a lot when I cum. ”

We were both giggling as I pulled myself back up her body. As we embraced, Becky took my face in both her hands and licked my entire face dry. “My turn. ”, she said as she scooting down. She took ahold of my cock, licking the head free of pre – cum. Then she milked it from the bottom to the tip to gather even more. “I’m so glad our parents decided not to cut you. It makes it much tastier. ” Then she pulled my foreskin up and swirled her tongue inside the skin around the head. After a bit she pulled down the skin and got to work, slurping and sucking the head while pumping my shaft. Soon my hips were matching her strokes.

“Becky, I’m not going to last long like this. ”

She stopped stoking and squeezed the base of my cock, almost painfully, but it stopped the urge to cum. Then she flipped her leg over my hips and slowly sunk my cock in her dripping pussy. The heat and silkiness of her almost immediately started the boiling in my balls again. She sat straight up, throwing her head back and moaned as her hips settled on my thighs. Slowly she started grinding in circular motions and moaning even more as I grabbed her tits kneading them and pulling on her nipples. She lifted her hips and slammed back down resting her hands on my shoulders. Faster our tempo rose as we slammed into each other. Suddenly her fingers dug into my shoulders and her whole body began to shake. I could feel her cum run down my cock and cover my balls. She raised just a bit and a squirt of pee splashed up to my stomach. Seeing this, I grabbed her hips and thrusted as deep as I could go sending cum deep in her pussy as my body spasmed with each shot. Becky collapsed on my chest as we both heaved to catch our breath. As my cock deflated, I could feel a torrent of our mixed juices cascade over my balls.

Becky opened her eyes and looked into mine saying, “I never want to leave here. ”

“My lovely sister, you never have to. But we do have to change the sheets. ”