Baseball Affair - Sibling Away Games

"You should see if your sister Wendy would like to go along. The two of you could share the driving."

I had just told my wife, Melissa, of my vacation plan for a ballpark road trip. Over the last three years being a "ballpark chaser" has become my hobby. This trip would be 5 first time visits to baseball parks in Texas and Oklahoma. My idea of a great 7 day vacation road trip. My wife's idea of two things she didn't enjoy combined- lots of driving and baseball. Her vacation would be the quiet time to recharge and have the house to herself.

Melissa and I have been married 18 years. She is 55 and I'm weeks away from turning 63. I'm her first husband and she's my second wife. We had taken many trips in our early marriage years, from weekend camping getaways to 10 days in Alaska. But now she has become happy with day trips and the occasional overnight getaway.

We have a good marriage. Comfortable. And, until a few years ago, sexual. Over the last few years, she started losing her drive and complained of sex being uncomfortable. Dryness from "getting older", she said. She tried a few things but none seemed to help. My advances began to be met with a "if I have to" attitude, when she relented, and I eventually just stopped asking. That was some 5 or 6 years ago. We have settled into a "content" marriage. Not unhappy. Predictable. Routine.

"She enjoys baseball games and likes to travel. And she hasn't really done either since Ryan passed away," My wife continued.

Wendy was my younger, and only, sister. 18 months younger-61. She had retired at 57, getting to travel with her husband before he had passed away unexpectedly two years ago. She lived on the other side of Phoenix, about an hour away from us. We saw her occasionally, I talked to her at least weekly.

I called Wendy and told her of my vacation plan. She said it sounded fun, so we began discussing what we needed to book for hotels and what game tickets we would want to buy online. As I was jotting notes about two rooms at which hotels, it was my wife that questioned two rooms.

"You and I always get a room with two beds, and we have plenty of room. Why don't you and Wendy do that? You're both adults for goodness sake."

"I could ask her. It would be cheaper." I replied.

Melissa was already texting her. "She's fine with it. It's not like you're sharing with a strange woman. She's your sister."

Day one was our longest travel day, Phoenix to Albuquerque. As two 60+ adults we had no plans to be "road warriors". The plan was to relax, explore the open road and visit ballparks.

Coffee in hand, I picked up Wendy and we were on the road before 9am. Our conversation flowed-our parents' health, our two younger brothers, our own kids and grand-kids, lunch and dinner ideas.

Our family had moved to Arizona before Wendy or I were in high school. 18 months apart in age, we were two grade levels apart. Our next youngest brother was 5 years younger, so Wendy and I naturally were closer to each other than our brothers. In high school, we got along well enough to hang out together sometimes, especially after I got my license. Any excuse to drive. My reward was getting to know Wendy's friends.

Weekends and summer days often meant running errands for my folks with Wendy in tow. Sometimes picking up one of her friends so they could go to the mall or come back to our house.

We had a pool, which meant afternoons watching my sister and her friends floating in their bikinis. My sister, 5'5", with 34D breasts. (Yes, I knew that's what they were). Her friends were cute, but Wendy was the one I couldn't keep my eyes off of.

So, here I was, decades later, on a trail at the Ice Cave in New Mexico, watching my sister's walking ahead of me, and remembering those days. My cock stirred watching my sister's shorts covered ass in front of me.

"Damn, it's been so long, my own sister is making me horny." I thought.

To be fair, Wendy has stayed active and both of us have been gifted with good genes. Wendy, 61, 5'5", 140 lbs., her 34D breasts still firm. Her ass firm, legs toned by her daily walks and frequent pickleball play, skin tan from the Arizona sun, and her brown hair covered by her ball cap.

Me, 62, 5'11", 215 lbs. And to my brothers' annoyance, barely any gray hairs. Still working part-time, so not as active, but I still did my daily walks.

We browsed the gift shop, Wendy chatting with the woman working there. As we left, I heard "you and your husband enjoy your trip". I glanced over, catching a "don't say anything" look from my sister as she answered "thanks!"

Outside, I unlocked the car, opening the door for her. Smirking, I didn't say anything. Buckled up, headed back to the highway and turned the radio on. Eyes focused on the road, I commented - "that ice cave was pretty cool. And what friendly staff!"

"Oh god! I was waiting for your comment." she laughed. "she just assumed when I told her what our trip plans were. It was easier not to correct her than to explain that you're my brother."

I had to admit, she had a point. "Yeah, probably not too common for a brother and sister to vacation together for a week sharing hotel rooms. Okay then my sister-wife, on to Albuquerque!"

"Sister-wife??!", she chuckled. "Well, my Brother-hubby, what did we decide for dinner?"

We found a brewpub near the university for dinner and a local beer. Noting the younger crowd, Wendy commented "oh, to be that young and look that good again."

Looking at her, I answered, "No complaints from me on how you look dear sister, at least what I was following today.", with a wink of my eye.

"Oh, no wonder you let me lead. Typical man!"

I raised my glass in a toast- "I'm a sucker for following a good looking woman in shorts. Helps me stay focused."

We closed our check and got ready to leave. I stepped outside while Wendy stopped in the restroom. Coming out, she took my arm, laughing. "The hostess let me know my "husband" had stepped out."

"Again they assume I'm your husband!?" I asked in surprise.

"What can I say dear hubby-brother, we must have a look about us."

That night, falling asleep in the hotel room, I looked across at Wendy in the other bed, and could feel the building of my long held desire for my sister.

Day 2 was a shorter drive, just under 300 miles to Amarillo, and where our first ballgame was.

Wendy asked if "Brother-hubby" was ready to get on the road as we repacked our suitcases in a shared hotel room. Shaking my incestuous desires was not going to be easy.

Driving west along I40, Wendy started talking about our teen years, remembering when we would hang out together.

"As I recall, I never had any trouble convincing you to pick up Debbi so she could come over and swim."

"Debbi. oh yeah. My first drive-in date." I smiled.

"I remember," she said. "You two went out a couple times together."

"Yeah, we stopped going out after...," my voice fading as another memory took center stage in my mind. A memory of how close I had once come to filling my desire to fuck my little sister.

"That Saturday when everyone else went to Flagstaff?" Wendy asked. I turned and our eyes met.

Wendy's voice soft, "I was so jealous of Debbie for getting to go out with you. And telling me about your date."

I answered, thoughtfully, "I did stop taking her out soon after that."

We both turned back to watch the highway.

Her voice soft, she asked "Have you ever told anyone about that day?"

"No, Not a soul. Did you ever tell Ryan?" I replied.

"Nope. I never told anyone. Just a special memory." she answered, nearly whispering.

That Saturday. What a memory! Wendy and I alone for the day.

I was 19, attending classes at the local college. Wendy, 18, just a few weeks out of high school. Our parents and younger brothers were heading about 2 hours away and would be gone into the evening.

We decided to hang out in the pool for a while. Wendy in her bikini, her 34D cleavage and firm ass on display. My 19 year old hormones keep me from looking away.

Playful wrestling, splashing each other until I finally wrapped my little sister up in a bear hug and held her tight to keep her from splashing me. Her chest heaved with every breath. Feeling her ass against me, my cock hardened in my swimsuit and I deliberately rubbed my cock against her. Her struggling lessened, as she wriggled her ass against me. I relaxed my arms slightly and she broke away. Before I could lunge after her, she turned and stopped. Our eyes lock.

A smile creeps across her lips and, without a word, she reaches behind her and unties her top. I watched, transfixed as she revealed her breasts. "Your turn," she whispered, voice barely audible, telling me but questioning at the same time.

Without hesitation, I pulled off my swimsuit, my erect cock springing free. Wendy reached out, hand trembling and wrapped her fingers around it. "Wow, Ken," her voice thick with desire, "It's bigger than I imagined."

I let out a groan as she began to stroke me. I reached out and cupped one of her breasts, my thumb brushing over her nipple. She gasped and her grip tightened on my cock. I slid my hand down her body, my fingers finding her pussy. Wet with desire. Stroking her clit, her moans of pleasure echoing in the pool. "Oh my God, Ken, I think I'm going to cum."

Leaning in, my tongue found a nipple. Her body trembled in orgasm, and with one final stroke of her hand, my cum spilled onto her hand. Bodies pressed together, both of us panting. "Wendy, that was..... incredible." Her head pressed into my shoulder, her only response, "uh, huh." Her arms wrapped around me.

As our bodies relaxed, we looked each other in the eyes, then hugged each other tightly. "Thank you big brother" she whispered.

Kissing the top of her head, I asked, "Want to go inside?" She looked up at me, smiling. "Race you in!" Leaving our suits on the deck, we sprang up the pool steps and ran to the back door, grabbing our towels on the way. I couldn't take my eyes off her naked body as we dried off and went inside.

Inside, I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her naked flesh against mine. Our lips met, tentative at first, then more eagerly. Letting her go, I took her hand, saying, "come on." We walked naked through our family's house to my bedroom.

We lay on my bed, arms around each other. Her nipples, stiff, poking up from her beautiful brown areolas. I flicked my tongue across them and sucked on them. "oh, Ken. God that feels so good."

"Roll on your side, Wendy. Back that beautiful ass against me" I pulled her closer and began rubbing my dick along her butt, sliding it up and down her crack, dropping lower each time. Wendy spread her legs and shifted her hips and I felt my shaft sliding between the folds of her cunt. She moved again and the head of my penis was sliding across the entrance to my sister's vagina, the tip barely outside her. I knew with just one slight move, I would enter her. My balls tightened, as I heard Wendy moan and felt her legs tremble as once again my cum was squirting out on to my sister.

We lay there, panting. "That was amazing, I can't believe we did that." We cuddled some more, showered and prepared to act normal when our parents got home. A day never forgotten, never repeated, always to be our secret.

Special memory. An understatement.

"Yes, it was. Yes, it was." I say. One hand on the wheel, I reached out and put my other hand on her knee. Our eyes locked again, as Wendy smiled and placed her hand on top of mine. The car was quiet, both of us in our own thoughts as the miles rolled by.

By the time we reached Amarillo, we had settled back to our chatter. Light lunch, a bit of sightseeing around the city. We checked into our hotel, freshened up and headed to the ballpark. Nothing more said about our earlier conversation. But, at the same time, a different feel to our interactions. Flirtatious.

I found myself reaching out to hold her hand, as we walked to the ballpark. It was an evening game and we wanted to try at least one ballpark food item and take pictures. Standing behind her in the concession line, I stepped in close, brushing against her jean covered ass. "Decide what you're going to order?" The smile on her face as she turned to answer.

As the evening went on, we watched the game, cheered for the home team and sang for the 7th inning stretch. Casually leaning into each other, touching each other's arms. Sharing a beer. People unaware that the happy older couple holding hands are brother & sister. As they reminded the crowd of the postgame fireworks show, Wendy leaned over and whispered "I'd rather call it a night here and head back to the hotel."

We headed out, through the crowd, holding each others' hand. I opened her car door, stopping her before she could get in. I leaned in and kissed her lightly on her lips. She wrapped her arms around me and our kiss became urgent, hungry for each other.

"More special memories, big brother?"

Stepping into our hotel room, our casualness almost hid the eagerness. Standing between the double beds. A single hotel room lamp on. We embrace, as Wendy whispers, "I've wanted this since that day in the pool."

I lean in and kiss her, a kiss filled with years of unspoken desire. Wendy's lips respond with a hunger that takes my breath away. Breaking the kiss, her hands reach for my belt. We undress each other slowly, the moment both thrilling and terrifying at the same time. A shiver runs down my spine as Wendy wraps her hand around my cock, hard and ready.

"Oh my God, Wendy, I've wanted this for so long." as she strokes it.

"I want to taste you," she whispers, sinking to her knees. Our eyes lock together as she looks up at me and takes me into her mouth. My body trembles as her tongue and lips work on my cock.

"I'm going to cum, Wendy," I warn her.

She stands up, "Not yet big brother. I need you inside me!" she says.

Laying her down on the bed, I position myself between her legs. I move forward, the head of my penis brushing her swollen pussy lips. "Are we really doing this?" I ask, staring into her eyes.

"Yes, we are. PLEASE, I want to feel you IN me big brother."

I lower myself slightly and slowly push forward until my penis is buried fully within the warm confines of my sister's pussy.

"Amazing," she moans. "Don't move, let's just enjoy the moment."

I lower my body completely atop her. We kiss, laying there coupled. And then, I feel Wendy contract her vaginal walls around my cock. I raise my head and she smiles.

The feeling of my sister's flesh around me is too much and I start moving within her. Slowly at first, until I feel myself impossibly becoming harder. Raising myself above her, my pace quickens as I feet my sister rubbing her clit, guiding my cock. I can see her breasts shaking beneath me.

"Oh yes, Ken. Yes, there, right there, faster, faster!." Her legs wrap around me, her hands now on my back, pulling me into her.

"Fuck me, Ken, Fuck me hard!" Her eyes close as I feet her pussy's walls tighten and unable to hold back, I explode into her, my sperm filling her.

"Oh god, Wendy. I'm cumming in you. I'm cumming in you." My body trembling, I collapse on top of her and our lips meet yet again. We lay there, bodies entwined.

Catching our breath. Wendy smiles, "FINALLY, not just siblings anymore, brother-hubby," her voice filled with amusement.

"Guess not, sister-wife. Guess not." I chuckle.

Sliding aside her, we cuddle together, pulling the sheets over us as we doze off, wrapped in each other's arms.

I woke up at some point, slipping out of the bed to use the bathroom. Turning off the hotel desk light we had left on, I looked at my sister laying there, sleeping so comfortably. Not wanting to disturb her, I slipped into the other bed and went back to sleep.

It was a few hours later that I stirred, hearing Wendy slipping out of bed. "Good morning."

"good morning", she replies over her shoulder "back in a sec." She leaves the bathroom area lights on so we can slowly wake up. "You switched beds" she notes.

"I didn't want to wake you up getting back into it last night. Care to join me?" I ask, lifting the covers.

She smiles, crossing the room and slips in beside me. I wrap my arms around her, as our bodies spoon against each other.

"I was afraid you had moved beds because of what we did." she said, her head nestled in the crook of my arm, my cock pressed against her bare ass.

I kissed her bare shoulder as we lay there. "I'm not sorry about what we did. And I hope that it won't be the only time."

She sighed in contentment, snuggling against me. "Me too."

She reached behind herself, finding my penis. Stroking it in her hand, she looked at me over her shoulder. "Remind you of anything" she smiled.

Rubbing my cock along her butt crack, she spread her legs and shifted her hips. Rubbing the head of my dick along her swollen pussy lips.

Teasing her, I answer, "Vaguely."

"Vaguely??" as she put the tip of my cock at her pussy's entrance.

"Yep, vaguely. Except as I recall, I didn't do this last time" as I thrust my hips forward, burying my swollen member fully within my sister's pussy.

She moaned, "oooh my god, No, no you didn't do that last time. I've had to wait sooo long for you to finish what we started back then."

I move slowly within her, gently thrusting, savoring the sensation of being in her. I reach around her, probing, my fingers finding her engorged clit to add to her stimulation. Softly kissing her neck, nibbling on her ear.

"Cumm for me, Wendy, Let me feel my sister-wife cumm for me" I whisper.

"Oooh yes, my brother-hubby, fuck me, fuck me" Her body stiffens as she moans and I feel her pussy contract around my cock. I thrust deeply into her as once again my brotherly sperm flows into my sister's cunt. Road Trip Day 3 is off to a fantastic start!

We check out and head east again, for Oklahoma City, less than 4 hours away. Our ballgame is a Sunday afternoon game, so we plan on checking in to the next hotel after the game.

"A relaxing evening in," Wendy says, slipping her tongue between my lips, as we embrace in the hotel parking lot.

Honest conversation time, as we get on the highway.

"All good with Melissa this morning? Let her know we were heading out?"

"Yep. nothing exciting. She's going to have lunch with her Mom and then run errands."

Almost whispering, she asks,"Feeling guilty?"

Without hesitation, I answer, "Nope."

I pause to gather my thoughts. "Melissa and I haven't had sex for over 5 years. I'm not saying we're unhappy. We're content. But I miss having "companionship". I miss sex. And fulfilling my dream of fucking you? Nope. Not feeling guilty at all."

Wendy sits there, quiet, a smile on her face. I continue, "I don't want to hurt Melissa, don't get me wrong. But I already know, I'm going to want this- us- to continue."

"Wow. 5 years. No wonder it only took me 2 days to seduce you!" she laughed.

"What?"

Wendy continued. "Don't act surprised. That's why I wanted to see if you remembered that day in the pool. And asked if you ever told anyone. You aren't the only one who couldn't forget how that felt. I've always wondered what it would have been like had we gone further that Saturday."

"Ken, it's been over two years since Ryan died. I miss sex and companionship too," She reached over, her hand on my thigh, "I want this. I don't want to hurt Melissa or cause problems with you two. But I wanted this to happen between us. And now that is has, I know I don't want to give up what we've started."

Seduced by my own sister. Awesome!

Walking back to the car at a rest area, I see Wendy on her phone, scrolling and typing. "Catching up your Facebook posts?" I ask.

"Actually, I'm being quite productive, thank you very much. I'm updating the rest of our hotel stays to a King bed instead of 2 doubles. You're welcome."

"oh, that is important. Thank you," I chuckle, taking her in my arms.

Our Ballgame is an afternoon game. We sit side by side, bodies pressed together in the crowd. Wendy leans in close, breath hot against my ear, whispering, "I can't stop thinking about what we've done, Ken. The way I felt. I can't wait until we get to the hotel after this."

I turn, "me too, sister-wife," I growl, kissing her softly.

The game is a blur, stolen glances and whispered kisses between a brother and sister as the crowd roars around us. It's a good game, but not as exciting as the feel of my sister's hand resting on my thigh. As the game ends, we head to our hotel.

Unlocking the door to our room, I spy the king size bed. "Much better, glad you changed the reservation" I congratulate her, as our hands immediately go to work to rid ourselves of our clothes.

Gently pushing her onto the bed, her breasts heaving with desire. I take one in my mouth, my tongue teasing her nipple as it hardens. Moaning, her fingers lightly digging into my back.

I move lower, lips trailing down her belly until I reach the apex of her thighs. Already wet, she's ready for me. I dip my tongue into her, tasting her, the sweetness of my sister as she cries out in pleasure. Teasing her clit, my fingers joining my tongue in causing her body to writhe beneath me.

"Oh, Ken," she gasps, her hands pulling me in closer, "I'm so close, so fucking close." I keep at it until she moans my name as she cums, body trembling beneath me."

Not done yet, I playfully slap her ass. "Roll over, Wendy."

I pull her up and position her on all fours. I enter her from behind, her pussy still trembling from her orgasm. She cries out in pleasure as I thrust into her. I can feel her pussy walls tightening around me, her moans growing louder.

She grabs a pillow to muffle herself, nearing another orgasm. Unable to hold back any longer, I thrust into her one last time as my own orgasm again sends my sperm deep into her. I collapse onto the bed, pulling her into my arms.

"That was...." Wendy trails off, breathless. "amazing", I finish for her, pressing my lips to hers.

Oklahoma City for a night. Dallas for two nights. Midland, TX- one night. My sister was on a one woman crusade to personally make up for the years that my wife had said no to sex.

And then our final hotel of the road trip- Las Cruces, New Mexico. Brother-hubby and his Sister-wife.

Cuddling together on our last morning of the trip. "Well, this has been quite a week," I said. "5 new ballparks added to my chase."

"Oh, really??, is that what you remember most?" Wendy asks, straddling me.

"Well, it's the part I can tell everyone about", I answered, between light kisses. "The "had sex with my sister in three states" part is just for me."

"4 states," she answers.

"Uh, 3, dear sister. Oklahoma, Texas and New Mexico." I answered with a kiss. I could feel Wendy wiggling herself on my cock.

"Oh, give yourself credit, big brother. If you don't let Melissa know what time we left, I'm pretty sure that you're going to get lucky when you drop me off at my house."

I bucked my hips, as my cock began to swell. "You're going to kill me, dear sister," I chuckled, my hand sliding down her back to cup her ass.

"Well, we can't have that," she teased as she took hold of my cock and lowered herself onto it.

"My God, Wendy," I gasped, my hands gripping her hips.

"You're so hard already, god, you feel so fucking good, big brother" She moaned, head thrown back as she rode me faster, harder. She groaned, "I'm already close, Ken."

"Me, too sis" I moaned, feeling a now familiar tightness in my balls. Her pussy clenched around me as she came, her orgasm pushing me over the edge. Dick pulsing, I groaned, filling my sister's pussy with her brother's cum again. I'd lost track of the number of times over the past week.

Panting and spent, she rolled off me. Looking at me, a serious look on her face. "Ken, I don't want this to end when we get back."

Leaning over to kiss her, heart pounding, I answer. "Good. Because I'm not willing to give you up. I told you that morning we left Amarillo, I want this, I want us. Even more now than that morning."

She smiles, eyes shining with happiness. "I love you big brother." Our lips meet, tongues entwined for a moment. Breaking the kiss, She says, "I can't decide if we are Siblings with benefits or am I the "other woman" in a Sibling affair since you're married?"

"With benefits sounds rather superficial", I answer. "And yet, considering how long I've wanted to make love to my little sister, the "Other" woman sounds cheap. And as much as I love you, my dear...", my voice trailing off.

"Well then, my love" She says kissing me, "We should skip the hotel breakfast and talk about it on the road. I'm tired of these hotel bathtubs. I'm ready for my walk-in shower at home... with plenty of room for two." she says with a wink and a smile.

My little sister was right- 5 new ballparks and sibling sex in 4 states all on one trip! The beginning of a sibling affair.