Sisters - Sex Stories

Sisters

... shower and shave. I'd already dealt with Jeanie coming into the bathroom on me recently, and after the looks she gave me in the kitchen, part of me expected Sam to do something similar. I was relieved to not have a surprise visitor in my shower and by the time I got to my office, ready to work, Sam was ensconced on the little sofa, reading her book, still wearing her long t-shirt.

I liked my office. It was the place in my house that I'd designed specifically for concentrating on my work. Concentrating was hard enough for an adult with ADD, so I took the best of the techniques I'd learned over the years and built them into the room. My desk sat about six feet from the wall in front of me, three large computer monitors arrayed across it. Directly beyond them was a forty- seven inch plasma display hung on the wall that I generally kept old movies playing on for background noise. Sometimes I'd turn the movies off and just play music on the surround sound system. The background noise and motion were key to allowing part of my mind to be occupied while the other part focused on the work at hand.

To my right was a huge bay window that overlooked the lake. A warm wind was blowing across the lake from the southwest, pushing the waves toward the far shore, the leaves on the trees, just starting to come out, fluttering in the warm spring breeze. Between the lake and the bay window was a portion of the two-story back deck of the house, which I would sometimes move to with my ...

... laptop if I needed a change of scenery. From there I could overlook the yard and lake from my second story perch and get a change in perspective.

The sofa, which Sam was lounging on, was to my left, set so that it could easily look past my desk and out over the lake and the hills beyond, nearly three miles before the tops of the trees in the state forest ended the view. The sofa was there specifically for cold days when I just couldn't concentrate at my desk.

I went to work as usual, deep into the design details of my current project by eight. As I worked my mind jumped between the TV, playing an old black and white western, and the schematics of the control system I was designing. The depth of my concentration was controlled not by the distraction, but by how long I could focus before my mind jumped me out again. I'd learned over the years that those jumps were necessary to keep the distracting little voice calling me to go out and play, go out and fish, etc, at bay. Though I seemed to be distracted in other ways that day. I found myself looking at Sam frequently, her long, bare legs crossed as she lay on the sofa, a book propped up on her chest as she read.

It was at least half an hour before I realized what was drawing my attention to her. Well, two things actually. The first was that her nipples were evident through the thin shirt, and both of them were rock-hard and protruding enough to make little mountain peaks on each of her full, round tits. The second was that ...