Memories A Story By Jack Spratt The roar of the jet’s engines is the only thing intruding on my grief. I still can’t believe it. Nicci is gone, she and her husband Frank drowned off the Florida coast in a severe tropical storm, they and seventeen other passengers. She and Frank were to enjoy a relaxing two week sailing trip, sort of a second honeymoon, the first time they were away from home alone in years. Nicci is my sister and we were close, very close. She married Frank over fifteen years ago. He was good husband to her and my fourteen year old niece Krista. The news came to me via satellite telephone. My first thought is who in the hell is calling me? I had just talked to division office, so it cannot be them. The news is devastating. My sister and her husband had drowned and there is a request for me to come home. That will be a task. When you are tromping around the Canadian Artic looking for diamonds, it takes some planning to divert one of our bush planes to land near the camp to pick me up and fly me to the division complex. I am in the middle of nowhere, fighting off the ravenous flies while trooping, through the brush searching for the elusive treasure of all women. The latest intelligence suggested there could be a find in this area; it is my job to confirm it. As a geologist, I am looking for the proper rock formations. Eight months ago when I got the call from Jay Conky, I was just ending my current contract and with the money and perks he offers, it is something that I couldn’t turn down. The remuneration for the twelve month contract dwarfs my earnings for the last three years and the good thing it is plus, plus, plus. Free room and board and the food is top rate, a free trip south for a week every month and all benefits known to man, all paid for. When you are single and an opportunity of a lifetime arises, you jump at it. Leaving Abbotsville, Nicci cries, and so do I. Hell, at six feet four, two hundred and ten pounds, men are not suppose to cry, but leaving my sister and her family that morning has me feeling the pain of separation. The final hug comes from Krista, a spitting image of her mother. Krista is in the care of a long time neighbor. Nicci had taken care of their daughter last fall when they went on a second honeymoon and looking after Krista while they went on this cruise was the payback. Krista and Nicci were the closest people in my life, now there is only Krista. Thinking of how Nicci and I become the best of friends goes back a long time. “Damn it Nicci, if you don’t get the hell out of my room I am going to rearrange your face.” “Yeah, you and whose army, you touch me I will tell mom.” She is right, in my mom’s eyes Nicci can do no wrong, me of course can do no right. Usually in deep shit and usually because of Nicci antagonizing me, I can’t remember any time in my life that Nicci’s sole purpose wasn’t too get me into trouble with mom, usually while in hot pursuit of her. Mom would nail me as we tore through the kitchen with me at her heels. Then after mom finished with me, Nicci would taunt the living hell out of me, knowing full well she was safe. It was at that young age I had to learn the art of self-control in a hurry. At seventeen, mom makes the point every time I attempt to retaliate against my so called little sister that a boy my age shouldn’t beat up on his fourteen year old sibling. Each time it takes a number of clouts on the ear to make that fact sink in, I am a slow learner. At my age the last thing I want is an annoying sister bugging me. There are so many girls at school that need my attention; the unfortunate part of that statement is that the majority of the girls didn’t know about it yet. I spend plenty of time in the privacy of the bathroom relieving my stress. With all the practice, I could şişli escort hit the toilet bowl with a wade of cum from nearly four feet. It is too bad that there isn’t an Olympic Event for ejaculating cum over a distance and hitting a basket, I would have won hands down. As my unsuccessful pursuit of young girls becomes an embarrassment to me, my only solace is the fact that my buddies are not faring much better. Oh, I get in a quick feel and do a lot of kissing and fingering, but the ultimate goal seems so far away. Being persistent, I figure it would be only a matter of time before I strike gold. What I didn’t recognize was that Nicci was developing into a very attractive young girl, when you only see her wiggling ass as she runs away, the big picture doesn’t make an impact. Her boobs aren’t the largest, but her curves are in all the right places, her green eyes always have a mischievous gleam to them and her long reddish hair always shines. For her age she is very conscience of her appearance, something totally unnoticed by me. She has long since learned the art of make-up with the aid of her many girl friends, as I said mom dotes on her so she gets her way in most things, access to all kinds of makeup is one of them. Night after night after a very frustrating date, Nicci is usually home; she always makes a point of taunting me. The little bitch can read the signs of my frustrations, a very bulging pair of slacks. She won’t let up on the teasing. This goes on for months; she really enjoys pissing me off knowing she has absolute immunity from retaliation because of mom. This Friday is no different; Nicci and her friends had gone to a movie, me to a dance with the cock tease Arlene Rogers. She let me kiss and pet her, but when I go for the kill, the lowering her panties , the ice queen cometh back and ends my adventure, now I am sporting a pair of blue balls for my efforts and Nicci is just gloating. “I see you didn’t get any tonight as usual. Don’t the girls like you?” Nicci had just returned home a few minutes before me, still dressed in her short black skirt, white blouse and white lacy stay-up nylons, her shining red hair pulled back into a ponytail, her lips glistening with her wet looking lip-gloss, her eyes flawlessly made up to make her look older. For some unknown reason this is the first time I look at her as a girl/woman instead of the usual pain in the ass. Standing before me and just daring me to retaliate, I hold my cool and just look sizing her up. Her long legs are well toned, her platform shoes accenting her calves; her skirt is so short; the tops of her white stay-ups are exposed. Hell, Nicci is not a bad looking girl even if she is my bratty sister. She has a knowing grin on her face, still daring me to do something knowing it will get me in trouble. She turns quickly and her skirt flairs upward exposing bare skin and the cheeks of her sexy looking ass, her white thong exposed. What the hell am I thinking? She is my sister, the pest, the anvil around my neck, mom’s pride and joy. She can’t be a woman; she is a devil in disguise. “All my friends think your cool, but I know better. They haven’t seen you come home and go to the bathroom. Hey, I know what you do when you go in there. Does it make you feel good?” Boy she likes pushing my buttons, the more she taunts the more my self-control is beginning to wane. Looking at her, I see Arlene Rogers, the bitch who is responsible for my current condition. Instinct takes over from common sense, I am a glutton for punishment, lunging at Nicci, and she notices me coming and tears toward the rec-room door, me in hot pursuit. A smile crosses my face; Nicci hasn’t realized it yet, but she just cornered herself as there is only one way in and out, and I am blocking it. As mecidiyeköy escort she attempts to jump over the sofa, my hands strike gold, the bare skin, my arms encircle her waist, and we both fall on the sofa, her on the bottom. We are face to face, her scent encompasses me. She does smell good. “If you touch me, I will scream for mom and you will be in deep shit. Get the hell off me you big ox.” With that comment something happens, it could be her scent, her hair, her looks, her eyes, her luscious lips; it has to be one of them, staring her eye to eye, something in me snaps. My lips hungrily cover her mouth in a passionate kiss. When my mind catches up to my actions realizing what has happened, my expectation is her screaming at the top of her lungs for mom strikes fear in me, but that didn’t happen! Nicci actually slides her arms around my neck pulling me closer and returning my kiss with tender passion, her soft tongue pushing against my lips requesting entry. In moments our tongues become the best of friends, she tastes of strawberry. The kiss has an electrifying fervor and lasts for several minutes. Finally lifting my head, our eyes meet, with me, dumbfounded, totally confused. “The girls in High School are all crazy.” Nicci pulls my head down to her luscious moist lips and we kisses once more, her hands, now on the back of my head, her fingers rolling in my hair, then she surprises me once more by pushing me off balance, I crash to the floor in an awkward pile, finally focusing on all that remains, watching her posterior disappear upstairs and leaving me wondering what the hell just happened. For a pregnant second, I remain on the floor as sanity returns, my mind calculating the possible consequences; expecting mom to come tearing down stairs with fire in her eyes and the rolling pin in her hand for molesting her innocent daughter, my young sister. Hell, it was her who molested me after the initial kiss, but you will never hear me admit that fact. Nicci’s ability in the kissing department over shadows all the other girls at this point in my life. The strawberry taste is still strong; her scent is all over me. Even my chest recalls the small mounds of her breasts, my cock at her crotch, then it hits me; she actually spread her legs to accommodate my bulge, my own sister let me dry hump her! All is still quiet on the western front as I stop to say goodnight to mom and dad in the living room. They are watching some comedy on television. After saying good night, I head to my bedroom, just happening to pass Nicci’s room on the way; she is still awake as there is light seeping under the door. In the bathroom, the vision of the imaginary girl I usually have while jerking off is not of current girlfriends from school, but of my young sister. My mind vividly recalling the way she looked in her short skirt, exposing beautiful soft pink skin at the top of her legs so close to heaven. Hell, the size of the wad of cum that hit the bowl must have been a world’s record. Sleep came, with me wondering what the hell had happened, did it happen and what would the outcome be in the morning as we sit at the kitchen table for breakfast? Will Nicci even let on about anything we did or will it revert back to the battle of the sexes? Would it be the same as every other morning with her taunting me? Was it just a weak moment on her part? What the hell am I thinking; she is my fourteen year old sister. Sheepishly entering the kitchen, Nicci looks up at me and smiles, bringing back vivid memories of her kiss last night. No barbs, no insults, she just smiles and continues to eat her cereal. Dad is reading the paper, mom is doing her usual, putting a bowl of cereal in front of me. Nicci now finished looks at me smiles once more and leaves. She mecidiyeköy eskort is still wearing her rose colored nightie and a transparent robe of sorts. I can see the outline of her body, something I would have never noticed before, the darker color of her panties, but no bra. That vision is reason for me feeling a surge of growth in lower part of my body; Nicci has never had a sexual effect on me before. Saturday mornings usual mean meeting the guys at the mall, grabbing a coffee and then lying to each other about our conquests of the night before. We all know we are lying, but it sounds good. Not having a date for tonight, I and a group of my friends plan to go to a movie. Nicci spends the majority of the day at her friend’s house. Tiffany is a beautiful girl from a mixed family. Her mom is black; her dad white, the result is Tiffany an exotic looking teen. She moves with the grace of a lioness, her complexion coffee colored, her hair is jet black and shiny, her lips, oh her lips are made for kissing, full and always looking moist. Even at her age, I have enjoyed looking at her often, but have never looked at Nicci with the same interest until last night. Tiffany has been the subject of many bathroom sessions. Getting home at nine-thirty, there is a note on the table, mom and dad retired early as they are going to visit my uncle tomorrow and they are expecting Nicci and me to be on our best behavior while we are there. In the past, that request had been a joke, but after what happened last night and the fact that Nicci didn’t taunt me this morning, it may change. From the silence in the house, either Nicci is in bed or she hasn’t come home from Tiffany’s. She has a lot more leeway than I had at her age. Grabbing a glass of milk, I head for the recroom to watch the sports. Ten minutes into the program the sound of the door closing tells me Nicci has come home. A strange feeling runs through my body in anticipation, I am actually shaking. This is a new experience. Nervously, I watch the stair case and then see her. “Hi, how was your movie?” That question tells me something has changed no barb, no taunt, just a civilized question. She is wearing low rider jeans that have been molded to her body, a designer T-shirt accenting her small breasts. Her make-up flawless, she does look hot. “It wasn’t bad, and how did your day go?” “Good. Had fun with Tiffany, she is very pretty don’t you think?” Out of the blue she hits me with a personal question, how am I to answer? Is she fishing for something? She continues down the stairs and plops herself beside me, something that would not have happened two days ago. She would never sit within arm’s length of me for fear of me nailing her for pissing me off. Her scent engulfs me, a stark reminder of her kisses last night. She looks at me, her lips moist and glistening like magnets. Then I say the unthinkable. “She is good looking, but not as hot as my little sister.” There I said it. Watching the surprised look on her face is interesting, and then a soft smile to kill for follows, her tongue moistens her lips, oh so sexy. She moves closer. Shit, I want to reach out and hug her, but I still have reservations about this new alliance with the devil’s spawn. We have been fighting for years; everything that is happening is so new, so unthinkable. “Thank you, you’re not so bad yourself. By the way, I really did enjoy what happened last night.” Now looking at her with a sexual connotation is much different than as an antagonist. She does look very sexy, hell I have never noticed her long smooth neck, soft warm appealing skin, the way her earrings dangle provocatively as she moves her head. My prior desire was to wring her neck, not to kiss it! “Well, it is much better than fighting that is for sure, I have had enough of mom cuffs.” “I guess I should be sorry about that, but I am not. You deserved it.” Both of us are eye to eye, waiting for each other to make the first move. Her lips are really beckoning me, leaning over she follows my lead and our lips touch. The same miracle…