Recently Divorced S.ster by loyalsock - Sex Stories

Recently Divorced S.ster by loyalsock

I remember that night in July like it was yesterday. My s****r and her husband had separated and I had been helping her with projects around the house like the yard mowing, landscaping and maintenance. I would drive up on Friday night and stay until Sunday afternoon most of the time. She lived about seventy miles away and it was a great place to get away. Plus, I was single, so I didn't really have anything better to do. I figured I could do most anything she needed done better and cheaper than anyone she could find in town. She had a nice, small house way out in the country, miles away from "civilization." I had been up there to help with things three weekends in a row until one Friday night, everything changed. I pulled up to her house about seven-thirty that evening and she greeted me outside as usual. Usually her greeting also came with a hug and a kiss on the cheek, but this time she kissed me on the lips. Not a quick kiss either; this one lasted for a few seconds. Mildly startled, I backed up for a minute and wondered what had just happened. She just laughed and said, "My, aren't we a little bashful this evening." I almost felt the redness of my face as it blushed out of control. "I just wasn't expecting that," I said. "What's so wrong with a s****r kissing her b*****r?" she continued. I guess she was right; it did seem harmless. We went inside for a nice steak dinner she had fixed. After dinner we sat on the couch and watched TV for awhile. We were both drinking cold ...

... Heinekens to break the heat of the awful summer weather. By ten o'clock, we were both getting a little buzz going. All of a sudden my s****r reached over, grabbed me, and kissed me passionately on the lips. Again, I was startled. Being a bit intoxicated though, I leaned over and returned the favor. She smiled and stood up in front of me. I had never really thought of her in a sexual way, but I couldn't keep from noticing what a gorgeous body she had. Firm tits and an ass to die for, she stood there in a pair of skin- tight jeans and a short little T-shirt that showed off her cute little belly button. She had long dark brown hair and a light complexion. We were eight years apart in age; I was twenty-three, she was thirty-one. "You seem awful surprised by those kisses; would you like another surprise?" she playfully said. I was already too far gone to turn back now. "Go for it," I suggested. She then pulled off her T-shirt and stood in front of me with just those jeans and a lacy, white bra. Her tits must have been a D-cup, at least. She reached around behind her and undid her bra, letting them bounce free. "What do you think of these?" she inquired. What could I say? I was just about speechless, but I said to myself, "What the hell?" I stood up and reached out, cupping these perfect tits in the palms of my hands. s*s moaned in delight. "You know, it's been a couple of months since I have been with a man," she said. "Oh, is that what you call him?" I said with much sarcasm. She ...