Baseball Affair-Sibling Home Stand

This story is the second in the Baseball Affair saga. My 60+ year old sister & I have continued the affair we started while on a road trip visiting baseball parks.

Typically for a sports team, being at home is considered an advantage. My Sister Wendy and I, having returned home after a week-long road trip during which we kicked off a sexual relationship, were not sure what our record was going to be.

Traveling together, visiting various baseball parks, we had been far from people we knew. It had taken only two days for us to acknowledge the sexual desire we had held onto for decades and spend every night together sharing a hotel bed. We wondered how much more difficult it would be at home.

My "sister-wife" Wendy had moved to the east side of the Phoenix metro area two years ago, after her husband had passed away unexpectedly. A vibrant 61 years old, 5'5", 140 lbs, 34D breasts still firm. Her ass and thighs tone from her frequent pickleball play, skin tan from the Arizona sun. A widow for two years who had given in to her sexual desires and seduced her older brother.

I had given in happily. Willingly. Lustfully. "Brother-hubby" Ken. Weeks away from turning 63. 5'11", 215 lbs. Married 18 years to my second wife, Melissa. Mother to none of my children. Her sex drive faded. We rarely (never) slept in the same room and our marriage has been sexless for over 5 years. We still enjoy each other's company though. A marriage that seems to drift along out of habit.

Traveling together for a week my sister Wendy and I had found companionship beyond being just siblings. Beyond "chasing" ballparks and exploring new places. Before our trip together, we had talked frequently, but only gotten together every few weeks. Now we had discovered and desperately wanted to continue our "sister-wife, brother-hubby" sexual relationship. It proved to be not as difficult as we expected, largely due to the large metropolitan city we lived in.

It was Sunday, just two days after we had gotten home, that opportunities started popping up. My wife, Melissa, let me know that she had planned a breakfast visit to her mom's, followed by lunch with a friend, the following Saturday. I tried to remain casual on the outside, excitedly waiting for a moment to text Wendy.

My sister and I talked daily that first week after our trip. Our first week apart after starting our affair. Wendy is retired and I work Monday-Thursday at a local history museum. Every morning as I drove in. Every evening as I drove home. How had our day been, what had we done. How much we were looking forward to Saturday.

That Saturday morning, as my wife headed out for her day in the west valley, I headed to Wendy's house. She was "having trouble with her irrigation system".

I called her as I was driving over.

"I'll text you my garage door code. Come on in when you get here. I think there's plenty of room for your RAV4 in the garage," she told me. It felt so sneaky. But then again, why wouldn't "Brother-hubby" park in the garage?!

As I entered the house from the garage, I called out, "Good morning, little sister." It took only a few more steps before I saw her sitting in the living room.

"Good morning big brother."

She greeted me wearing an ivory colored 2-piece silk camisole set that matched her brown hair and tan legs. The nipples on her 34D breasts poking at the material. Taking her hand, I stepped back to admire her. "Wow. Didn't see you in anything like that during our trip. Beautiful," I told her, as my eyes took her in.

Still holding my hand, she twirled in front of me. "You like?" Wendy asked.

I pulled her into me, wrapping my arms around her. "I love," I answered.

Our lips met, softly at first. Brother and sister embracing, arms around each other. I lowered my hands, cupping her ass. I moaned as her tongue slipped between my lips, our tongues batting back and forth, tasting each other. Her hands reached for my belt and shorts.

"You're overdressed brother-hubby," she told me, her lips brushing on mine as she spoke. Her hands unfastened my belt and I felt my shorts sliding off. "That's better," she said, nibbling on my lip.

I pulled Wendy closer. Breaking our kiss, my lips worked their way to her shoulder. I kissed her smooth skin as I lowered the strap of her camisole. I lowered the other strap, exposing her breasts, her nipples stiff from arousal. Cupping them in my hands, I raised one to my mouth, flicking the nipple with my tongue, nibbling and sucking on it. Lightly kissing it. My hand squeezing her other breast, massaging it.

"Oh god Ken," my sister whimpered. Her arms wrapped around my waist. "Barely over a week and I've missed you so much," she whispered against my shoulder.

Letting go of her breasts, I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her tight. My sister, a few inches shorter looking up, our eyes locked together.

"Love you little sis," I whispered. A smile slipped across her lips as she put her head on my chest.

Looking back up, her eyes met mine.

"Love you too." Our lips met and we kissed each other tenderly, softly. We stood there in her living room, holding each other. Completely relaxed in each other's company.

During our trip we had been in a different hotel every night. Aware of thin hotel walls and checkout times. We had both said "I love you" on the trip. But standing there, after not seeing each other for 8 days, I think we both sensed that it meant more this time. That it didn't matter that we were brother and sister. We were two 60+ year old consenting adults who cared more about being happy and having loving companionship in our lives.

I took her chin in my hand and kissed her. "Let's go to bed," I said.

Holding hands we moved to her bedroom. Eight days earlier, on the last day of our trip, two siblings had sex in that room before one had to rush home to his wife. This time two adults, who happened to be brother and sister, had time to make love to each other.

Standing by the bed, I lifted my sister's camisole top over her head, her arms stretched high as I lifted it off. I leaned in and my tongue found her stiff nipples again. Kissing her breasts lightly, I moved lower, kneeling in front of her as I softly kissed my way lower, until I reached her silk shorts. I pulled them down, her legs lifting one at a time to step out of them.

Still kneeling, I cupped her ass cheeks with my hands and pulled her to me. Slowly, I kissed her brown pubic curls, moving lower until my tongue found her opening. Her juices flowing so sweet. I lapped at them, my tongue finding her erect clit.

"Ooh Ken," I heard Wendy say. Felt her hands running through my hair, pulling my head into her. My tongue circled her clit as I nibbled on it. Nibbling and kissing her blood engorged lips. Tasting my sister's juices.

"Oh, don't stop, please don't stop," Wendy cried out. She stepped back, and laid on the bed, her legs hanging over the edge. My tongue delved deeper. My fingers spread her blood-engorged lips open ever so slightly more. Slipping a finger into her, I felt her body tense up, as my tongue circled her clit. She moaned as my finger softly rubbed her g-spot.

"Gonna cum, oh, gonna cum," she moaned, as she pressed her pussy to my face. Her hands pulled my head closer, as I sucked her clit between my lips. Her muscles tightened, her juices sweet on my tongue. "Oh, god Ken. Oh, god," she cried out. Her thighs closed around my head, holding me as her orgasm washed over her.

Her legs relaxed and I stood, taking off my last items of clothing. She scrambled further up on the bed. Laying on her back, legs spread, waiting for me. "God, I need your cock right now Ken. Fuck me big brother," she moaned.

I moved atop her, our tongues battling in passion. Her hand grasped my cock, now hard as steel. She guided me to her opening, sopping wet from her climax moments ago. As I slipped the head into her opening and pushed into her, our eyes locked.

"Make love to me brother... husband," she hissed.

"Absolutely sister... wife," I moaned.

I pushed forward and sank fully within her. Pushed into my sister's pussy, until our pubic hair blended together. I held it there, feeling her blood engorged walls grasping at my cock, the head of it against her cervix. Our bodies coupled together in complete intimacy. Two sixty-plus year old siblings whose bodies seemed to be made for each other.

I pulled back slowly, nearly completely out of her, and pushed back in. Started a slow, leisurely, in and out motion. We laid there, arms now around each other's shoulders, lips barely touching with soft kisses.

"This feels so perfect, Wendy. God, you have an amazing body," I whispered.

"Sweet talking your sister?" She replied, "I'm not that teen girl in the pool anymore."

"No, you're not." I answered, kissing her, as my rod continued its in and out motion within the confines of her sopping wet pussy, bathed in her juices. "You're a sensual woman with a phenomenal body. I love you Wendy."

"Oh," my sister whimpered in pleasure as I moved my hips, rubbing my cock along her clit. "I love you too, Ken. I can't believe how amazing this feels," she gasped. "We fit together soooo good!" She rolled her hips beneath me, clinging to me. The feel of her bare skin against mine spurred me on.

She raised her hips to take me even deeper, her hands holding my hips. "Fuck me, Ken. Oh, fuck your little sister," she moaned.

My pace quickened as I started to feel my orgasm nearing. Her pussy muscles gripped my penis. "Gonna cum, gonna cum sis," I gasped.

I pushed my cock fully into her, held it there as I filled her channel with spurt after spurt of brotherly sperm.

I collapsed atop her, drained. Rolled to her side, slipping an arm around her. Her head resting on my chest. Arms wrapped around her. "This feels so perfect," I heard myself saying, without thought.

Wendy shifted, moving so she could see my face. "It does," she answered. Laid her head back on my chest, fingers tracing across my chest.

We lay there, bodies entwined, basking in the sexual afterglow of our orgasms. No worries, no need to rush. Just laid there wrapped in each other's arms.

"Besides me, have you eaten anything today?" she asked, "Because I am starving and would love to take you to this great little sandwich place I found."

"Funny," I chuckled, "Food sounds good too though." Giving her a playful slap on the ass I said, "All right my dear, get up, we'll get some clothes on and go eat."

I threw my clothes back on, as Wendy dressed and brushed her hair. "Your white shorts," I noted as she put her bra on. "My favorite. Thanks sis."

"You're welcome," she smiled as she stepped over and gave me a kiss. "And no calling me "sis" outside the house today. I like the sound of "my dear" better."

Her tone turned serious. "Is Melissa still okay with you coming to the Dbacks game Friday?" she asked.

Wendy was referring to the game just 6 days away. Her daughter (my niece) and family were going to the game, which would have fireworks after. Wendy was going with them and had asked if I, and my wife, wanted to go. My little sister's instinct was dead on- My wife had said no immediately but said I should go if I wanted to. I sure did.

Taking her in my arms, I kissed her. "Yes she is MY DEAR," I answered. "As a matter of fact, when I told her that the fireworks wouldn't end until around 10 and then we'd have to get back to the car and all, she agreed that I should just crash in your spare room and come home in the morning."

"Are you kidding me??!!" My sister crushed me in a hug. "I get to keep you in MY bed all night?" she exclaimed.

"You do," I answered.

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Friday-6 days later.

I arrived at my sister's house about 10:00 in the morning. My wife works from home full time, so I had tried not to appear too eager to get over to Wendy's house! My niece and her family would be arriving around 4:30 that afternoon, so I wanted a few hours of "us" time.

Pulling into her driveway, I hopped out and used the garage keypad to let myself in. Walking in thru the kitchen, I was eager to see if my sister was going to greet me wearing a camisole set again. Not seeing her, I yelled out, "Wendy, I'm here."

"Hi, big brother," she answered, coming out of her master bedroom into the living room. Khaki shorts and a matching blouse, her nipples poking ever so slightly at the fabric. We embraced, lips meeting instantly, tongues immediately slipping into each other's mouth.

"Hi yourself, sis. Dressed already? You must have plans for us." I replied as we broke off the kiss.

"Well, we've got most of the day until Lynette gets here, so I figured we'd go out to lunch," she answered. "I was thinking it might be kind of fun to go by our old house and high school. We could grab lunch over that way."

I smiled. "It would be interesting to see what's new over there," I answered holding her in my arms.

"Of course, it is a little early for lunch," she mused. "And I do owe you from last weekend,..." Her voice trailed off as she started lifting off her blouse.

"Well, I wouldn't say you owe me," I told her, as I watched her undressing. I could feel my penis starting to harden. "But, if you insist," I said, undoing my belt and removing my shorts and underwear.

"Sit on the couch," my sister instructed me. I did and she moved between my legs, kneeling in front of me. She reached out for my naked cock, stroked it gently, before kissing the tip and running her tongue over it.

Opened her mouth and took all of me in.

"Oh my," I moaned. Placed my hands on my sister's head, stroking her hair. Her fingers wrapped around the base of me as she slurped on my cock. "I'm not going to last long hon,"I told her.

"hmm, hmm," she mumbled, lips wrapped around my shaft.

My body tensed, and I moved a hand to her shoulder. My sperm shooting into my sister's willing mouth. She held her mouth in place, taking it all. As I finished, she stroked my cock gently, looked up to me, a twinkle in her eyes. Wiped the corners of her mouth.

"Now we're even," she said, standing up. I stood and we hugged.

"That was awesome." I said.

"A little something to hold us until we get back this afternoon," she laughed. "Or until we go to bed after the game tonight."

"I like the way you think my dear," I answered, as we started getting our clothes back on. "Speaking of the game, I think we should look into the half-season plan we were talking about. We would get 12 or 13 game-day dates from it."

"And about half of those are night games! I love it!" Wendy Squealed. Wrapped her arms around me and pulled me in for a tender kiss. "And I love you, big brother."

Just two senior age siblings having an affair and watching baseball games,