A very sweet sensation part 2

James got out and walked up the stairs behind his sister, watching her ass sway under the short skirt. She unlocked the door and they walked in, her throwing her purse in a chair and turning around as he shut the door. When James turned towards her, she jumped into him, kissing him with passion. He staggered back but held her up. He carried her to her bedroom, hearing her shoes hit the floor on the way. He threw her down on the bed and began removing his clothes. She watched, eyes on each piece he uncovered. When he was naked, she gave a wolf whistle and looked up at him. "Am I next?" she asked with a smirk.
He just nodded. He slowly removed her shirt, sitting her up, then her bra. He pushed her back flat on the bed, rolled her gently over and unzipped her skirt, removing it. He found she was wearing stockings versus pantyhose and let out a little moan. He undid each garter and removed her (barely there) underwear, reattaching each garter when he was done. He sat down on the bed beside her.
"What now, Jamie? Here we sit, naked, nothing to do. Got any ideas?"
He looked down at his sister. She was breathing heavily, her brown nipples hard and extended, her legs apart enough to see her slit, her blonde hair in a messy halo around her head. "Maybe I should leave."
"Maybe you should. Maybe we shouldn't be doing this. Maybe the world ends tonight, Jamie. Maybe's are useless. What you want to do is what you should do. Just do that Jamie..."
James heard a groan come out of him as he bent down and began to kiss his sister. His hands began to wander about her skin. He kissed her nipples and put a finger inside her cleft, feeling her lips begin to open. She was already damp, and as he rubbed, she began to soak the bed. He rubbed her clit, putting a finger inside. He pulled it out and licked it, then moved his body down hers. He spread her legs on the bed and knelt on the floor, moving between her thighs. He took a small lick, then used his hands to open her up. He began to lick her clit, curling his tongue around it and putting a finger inside her. He pushed it in as far as he could, curling it to find her g-spot. She was moaning his name, then she clenched tightly his head with her thighs, holding him in place as she flooded his face with her juices. When she was done, she grabbed his ears and pulled him up, kissing him maniacally.
"Fuck me, Jamie... Make me feel good. Put it in, Jamie!"
He did what he was told, and she was so wet he slid in all the way to the hilt. She moaned into his kisses as he began to move. After a minute, he stopped and pulled out. "No, Jamie, no!" she cried. He rolled over on the bed and pulled her on top of him. She grinned and held him to her sex, rubbing him across her for a moment, then sliding down.
She started slowly but sped up quickly. She began to pound him into her, the sound of slapping filling the room. She was upright and he was watching her breasts shake and quiver with her motions. Suddenly, she leaned forward and grabbed him, her lips locking on his neck as her pussy grabbed at him. James managed to hold off, and when she was done quaking he gently took her off of him and put her on her belly. He got behind her and pulled her knees under her putting himself back in. He began to pound her hard, and when he was almost there she pulled forward, letting him slip out, quickly turning around and grabbing his cock. She put him in her mouth and he began to lose control. She pulled him out and aimed him at her chest, spraying herself with each spurt. She coated her breasts, and when he was done she fell back, breathing hard.
"Sarah... that... that was... amazing!" he said, breathing hard.
"Jamie... I... can't... give this up. You... Us... I've never felt something like this before. It just... feels... right."
"Sarah... I can't explain any of this. I don't want to try. Let's just... do what we want, and if something changes, we can deal with it then. 'Kay?"
She giggled and snuggled up to him, her wet breasts sticking to his chest. She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, burrowing as close as she could. "Let's take a nap..."
When he awoke the next morning, he heard a light snore coming from his chest. He looked down at her blonde hair and began to stroke it gently. She slowly woke up and looked up at his face. "Good morning, sunshine."
"Good morning Sarah. Sleep good?"
"Better than I have in years. You?"
"I slept great. I'm getting hungry though."
"Me too..." And with that, she pulled the sheet back and found his cock with her hand as she slid down and put her mouth on it. He was hard in no time, and within three minutes he was coming down her throat. She pulled off with a 'pop' and smiled up at him. "Protein makes for a good breakfast. Now I can be nice and make you some food... unless you want to stay in bed." He growled and rolled over on her.
Two hours later, they were actually hungry. They took a quick shower together, washing the essence of each other off. He washed her hair for her, as he had come into it he felt it was his proper duty. She just moaned and reveled in the feeling. They got out, dried, and went to the kitchen. She got out some pancake mix and got started, still nude. He sat at the counter, watching her move about as she cooked, chattering about nothing important. He just watched and grunted agreement sometimes.
"Jamie... James! Are you even listening?"
"Huh?"
"I'm going to say you weren't. James, I asked you a question."
"Sorry... I was.."
"You were staring! I think this time it was at my tits, but it doesn't matter. I asked if you wanted to stay the weekend."
"I can stay through Sunday morning, but I have to get back to do my homework. Gotta graduate. Thinking about doing the summer schedule, that way I can get out early."
"Good for you, I certainly don't want to stand in the way of that. I just... wanted to spend more time with you."
"Me too.... Me too Sarah."
The rest of the weekend was spent going out, having fun, staying in and having sex, laughing and teasing each other. Sunday morning, she was looking at him as he got himself ready to go. She felt far more sad than she thought she should. He gave her a long hug and a kiss on the forehead. "I can't stop kissing you once I start, so I gotta go." He turned to leave, but she held his hand. He stopped and she looked at him.
"Jamie... are you coming back soon?"
"Nothing will stop me, Sarah. Next weekend good for you? I'll pack a few clothes this time."
"I work Saturday morning, but the rest of the weekend is clear. I get off at one if you want to wait."
"I'll see you soon... 'kay?"
"Bye.... Love you Jamie." The last part was whispered after the door closed.
James went to his classes, apologizing for the ones he had missed. He got all caught up on his homework and had nothing that had to get done Saturday. He woke up Saturday morning early, looked at the clock, and decided to leave. He was sitting out front when she came out in her waitress uniform. She stopped and stared, then crossed the street.
"Watcha doin' here, Jamie?"
"Just got here... hoping you were still home."
She leaned in and gave him a quick kiss. "I gotta go, Jamie... here's my keys, go on in. I'll be back as soon as I can." He watched her walk away with a smile.
Her shift was hectic, which made for good tips for her. She was happy that it seemed to go by quickly as she went to her car. She opened the door and looked down... there was a yellow rose on the seat with a card. 'Hope you had a good day, Sarah. I'm taking you out tonight, you deserve a break! Love, Jamie'. She remembered that she'd given him her keys, that was how he'd gotten into her car. She smiled a huge smile, getting in. She couldn't wait to get home.
The weekend went by in a blur of fun and sex. Sunday afternoon, as James was packing his things, he looked at his sister lying nude on the bed, bits of dried cum in her hair and a satisfied smile on her face. She was smiling up at him, and he felt...happy. Warm. Comfort. He couldn't describe it. "Sarah... I'm gonna miss you this week."
"Me too, Jamie. You coming next weekend?"
"I plan too. I just have to get my homework done first."
"You get that degree. You're smart, Jamie, smarter than me."
"Not really... I just had a better run so far, that's all."
"James... one day I'll tell you why I had to leave. I can't yet... but I will. I'm still working on myself, working out my problems. For what It's worth, Jamie... you've been a big help."
"I haven't done anything, Sarah."
"You were there. You're still here, still here for me. That's enough, sometimes."
"I really gotta go, Sarah."
"See ya soon, Jamie..."
They continued seeing each other almost every weekend, the only exceptions being finals week and a large term paper he had to write. The end of spring was here, and it was the last weekend before the term ended. He was over at her apartment, they were laying on a rug in the living room, naked and sweaty. He looked over at her. "Sarah, I... I have a question."
"Hmmm?"
"They shut down the frat building over the summer, I won't have a place to stay. I was going to try the dorms, but they're kinda expensive. How about I give you a few hundred a month and stay here?"
"H-here? You want to move in with me?"
"It's just for the summer, I promise I'll stay out of the way."
"Jamie... don't be stupid. Of course you can stay! I would love to have you here, all of the time! I... I can't think of anything better."
"I will have to go to classes... I do think it will be fun though." So it was done.
James moves his clothes and necessities in, and they set up house. She worked, he went to school, and they lived as virtual husband and wife. They went out to eat, went to movies, swam at the pool, and fucked... a lot. She would look at him with a certain smile, and he knew it was time to go. They played, they role-played (he went to a bar and 'picked her up', she taught 'virgin' James about sex, and even tried light bondage). The end of the summer came way too fast for them both. He had to go back to the frat, as that was how his financial aid was set up. She cried the last night, and he just held her. He was leaving early in the morning, going back to his old room. As he gathered the last of his things, she looked at him. "Jamie... I love you, Jamie."
"Love you too, Sarah."
"No, not like that... Jamie, I really love you."
"I completely understand, Sarah. I love you too... the same way."
"Fucked up, isn't it."
"Just a lot. I... I don't know what to do, about this, about us. I want this to stay forever, but... I don't know how we can."
"Don't say that, Jamie... I... don't want to go on without you."
"Not yet, we don't have to. We'll just have to cross that bridge later."
"Jamie... there's something I need to tell you."
James looked at her without saying anything.
"Jamie... I need to tell you why I left home. I think you need to know."
"Only tell me if it won't bother you."
"I... I have to, I guess. I'm sure you heard about George... there's a lot more to the story. Y'see, George was kind of a pig. One day when I was helping Dad inventory, Dad left to get something. George was there, and he... he raped me. I was sorta willing, but I did try to stop him. Then... it turned out he got me pregnant. I didn't know what to do, so I asked George for the money for an abortion. He.. would give me $200 only if I fucked him again. It cost $400 for the abortion, so I had to do it twice... Dad caught us the last time, and George just called me a whore. I still went and got the abortion, but they screwed that up too... I... can never have children now."
She began to cry, and James held her for a while. Eventually she stopped, and he gave her a quick kiss. "It's ok, Sarah. It's ok." She stood up and hugged him.
"Call me?"
"Of course..."
James left, and she cried. This semester was hard, but it was to be his last. He started putting his resume out with two months left, hoping to get a job sooner rather than later. His time was taken up with papers, interviews, and getting ready to graduate. He saw her only about once a month, usually for one night only. He was finally finished with school when he spent the night one day in the early winter. They were laying in bed, coated in a sheen of sweat. She leaned over and looked at him.
"What now, Jamie?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well,,, you're done with school, trying to find a job. I guess you're leaving, right?"
"Wherever I get a job is where I gotta go, I guess. I dunno, I gotta take what's available. I haven't had much luck, though. I have an interview on Monday, hopefully I'll do better."
"So... you're just gonna go...wherever?"
"Not many choices, Sarah."
"But... what about... us?"
"What about us? I have to go, because I have to work. I don't have a choice, Sarah."
"Wow... really. So just like that, we're over, done? You're... you're a dick, James."
"That's not what I said! I have to go because I have no choice, don't you understand that?"
"So, it's 'Goodbye, Sarah, thanks for the fuckin'?' Fuck you, James!"
"Sarah, don't be like that. I have to go, you knew that. This isn't some kind of surprise. What the hell?"
"James... go. Just go."
"Sarah, don't be like that..."
"Go, asshole. Don't talk, don't even make a noise. Get out of my apartment, go now." She said it in a cold voice that scared and horrified James. He knew she'd probably never talk to him again. Tears fell from her face as he packed his stuff. He bent to kiss her forehead and she slapped him away. He went to the door and opened it.
"Bye, Sarah... love you." He saw a shoe flying through the air at him as he closed the door and walked to his car, hearing the THUMP as it hit.
He went to his interview the next day, the company was flying him into Chicago. He arrived in his suit knowing his mind was not in a good place for this. He sat down with an older gentleman who began asking the usual question, him basically repeating his resume back. The gentleman finally asked him, "What do you bring to the table that no one else does?" He was sick and tired of the nonsense, and he snapped.
"I bring nothing. I don't know shit. College taught me enough to fail at any job you give me, I know that. I can figure it out, but I'm not bringing you anything right now."
"Well... your honesty is... different. You say you can figure it out, what do you mean?"
"I know that you learn your job as you do it. I'm gonna screw up, but every time I'll learn what not to do and what I should be doing. It's ok, I can show myself out."
"No, Mr. Jenkins, please stay. I find this to be a very enlightening conversation. I like a man who won't feed me bullshit. I need people like you here."
"Educated idiots? That's all I am."
"The difference is that you recognize it and don't sugarcoat it. We... we have a management training program. I would like you to be in it, Mr. Jenkins. It would pay more than the starting job you applied for, and it would make your career trajectory go faster."
"You... you want me to work for you? Really?"
"Yes son, actually directly for me. The normal interviewer is out today... you just had an interview with the VP of Marketing, and he really wants to hire you. What do you say?"
"When do I start, sir?"
"As soon as you can. I will send you up to HR, they will set you up with a moving allowance and help you find a place to live. One of the perks of this company. I will make sure that they take care of you, James isn't it? May I call you James?"
"James, yes, you can call me that. Thank you sir."
He went to HR and filled out paperwork for three hours. He was somewhat surprised at his starting salary, happily so. They gave him a large moving allowance and enough up front to pay for what was only a tiny apartment in downtown Chicago. It was close to work and had parking, a real plus. He settled in quickly. His worked over as much as they would allow, both to learn and to avoid being alone. He would spend too much time thinking about Sarah, and then never sleep.
He dialed the phone numerous times, but never pushed call. He wrote literally hundreds of texts and never sent them. After three months, he knew he was driving himself insane. He had to end this, one way or another. He took four days off, planning to fly back to see her on Friday. He needed to know.
He got off the plane and got his rental car. He drove straight to her apartment. When he got there, the door was open and men were working inside. "Hey guys, what happened to the girl who lived here?"
"We don't know, other than they were evicted. We're just the cleanup crew."
"Thanks guys..."
He sat in his car for a moment, then had an inspiration. He drove to the diner where she worked and had a seat. It was dinner time anyway, he thought. When the waitress came to his table, he casually asked where Sarah was. "She quit yesterday, sorry hun. You get to look at an old lady instead today!" she said with a tobacco cackle.
"She's my sister... I'm just looking for her."
"You must be Jones!"" James." He corrected her.
The woman smiled. "Since you at least know the name... I suggest you stay right here. Her last check is behind the counter, she should be in to collect it today."
"Thanks, Laverne."
"How do you know my name?"
"Sarah always had nice things to say about you."
"She is a sweetheart."
James ate his dinner slowly, then had a slow desert. He then began to drink coffee, wondering if she was coming in at all. He was watching the clock, and at ten minutes before closing he was getting ready to go when he heard the doorbell jingle. Sarah walked up to the counter and was talking to Laverne when he stood up and she glanced his way. She turned back, then slowly turned his way, staring.
"What are you doing here?"
"Waiting for you."
She sighed. She leaned into the kitchen. "Roger, if the fryer isn't off can I get some fries?"
"Sure thing Sarah!"
She walked back to his table, looking him up and down. "James, what do you want?"
"I've needed to talk to you for a while... I... I just have some things you need to hear."
"I'll listen."
"Sarah... I haven't stopped thinking about you and the way everything went the last time we saw each other. I knew what I wanted to say, but it wasn't coming out right."
"Well... try again. Sarah's listening..."
"What I was trying to get out was... yeah, I have to move, yeah, I have to take what job is offered, but... but that doesn't mean that Sarah can't come with."
"So, are you inviting Sarah to move to wherever with you then?"
"Not wherever, Chicago. I got a job, I have an apartment. If Sarah is willing to move there." James was enjoying her third-person negotiating.
"Sarah is thinking about it... I know she's sorry that she exploded that day too. She had been worried about that day for a while. Everybody she's known leaves her, y'know? She gets nervous."
"I get that... I guess I never thought of it from her side. I don't have a big place, but it is in downtown Chicago. I was hoping she'd want to go."
"Does she get her own bedroom?"
"There's only one, so no. She'd have to sleep with me."
"Sarah... wants to know some things before she agrees. Sarah wants to not be a burden on anyone, she wants to be able to care for herself."
"I had thought of that. Sarah should go to school, whatever she wants to do as long as she can be self-sufficient."
"So... you want Sarah to leave when she can support herself?" Sarah began to eat her fries that had arrived, dipping them in mustard.
"No... I want Sarah to stay because she wants to, not because she has to."
"Anything else?"
"Yeah... I can't marry Sarah, she knows why. I did buy her this, though. It should stop some questions." He pulled a box out of his pocket and opened it. There was an engagement ring and a wedding ring nestled in the soft cloth. "I just want her to know that I don't want to live without her, and that I'm never leaving her. I want her to know that I've missed her every hour of every day we've been apart."

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