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Our Retirement
by Flinders (no address provided)
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Aging siblings find a solution to their dull
retirement options. Some joint travel finds a real
acceptance of life-long desires. (MF, inc, rom)
***
-= The Idea =-
I am an electrician who has just retired. I was
widowed some four years ago and I am missing my
partner terribly as well. I am feeling quite lonely
to be truthful. Consequently, I have decided to sell
up the family home in Michigan and find a newer and
warmer lifestyle somewhere else where winters are
less severe and isolating.
Also, I have been keen to try to reduce my living
costs to have a more sustainable income hence having
a less stressful life. That meant that I needed to
reduce my general living costs, use of social
services and my levels of consumption. After much
thought I now look forward to building a new house,
generating my own electrical power, harvesting my own
water supply and perhaps growing some of my own food
using organic gardening techniques.
My friends all think I am crazy. They suggest that I
should join a retirement community and enjoy their
friendship while entertaining myself with overseas
travel, club activities and grandchildren. I have
been told not to waste my retirement money on "silly
green schemes" being offered to retirees that are
being constantly touted throughout our urban
societies. I am being treated as if I have lost the
little sense I had when I was younger. Colleagues
keep trying to save me. But for what I ask?
In hindsight, I have been resilient to most this
friendly chiding for several years, but it is trying
my patience nevertheless. I have my health and I
think, most of my mind and I am sure a new adventure
is more to my liking. To my surprise my most vehement
supporter has been my elder sister Claire. She is the
eldest of four siblings with Helen eight years and
Paul ten years my junior.
Claire is two years my senior. I am 66 if that helps.
Over the past year Claire and I have discussed my
plans many times. She is also single due to a midlife
divorce many years back and keeps her home and
hobbies to herself. She was a schoolteacher until she
was required by the Michigan Education Department to
retire at 65 three years ago. She too is finding the
lack of stimulations and adventures in life difficult
with the tedium of unfocused days wearing thin on her
psyche.
On one of my numerous visits this spring, while
everyone was starting to awake from the winter
torpors, Claire and I were having a day out. We were
at the local nursery trying to get seedlings for her
new spring flower garden. Over lunch, our
conversation became concerned about our futures and
what it really meant.
We have become more philosophical with much deeper
discussions than we had over the previous decades.
She commented on the deterioration of her acquiesces
and I about my shadowing loneliness. She had plans to
tour the southern state's spring gardens with a tour
group when I was planning to explore some new
locations maybe to shift to this summer.
The common threads in motivations were soon
discovered. Some were threads about all the dead time
we had during the winter months, the lack of new
acquiesces, the high cost of living and the general
lack of accomplishments. The most important was our
insipid loss of independence, now only noticed in
reflections.
The one thing that kept popping up was our despair
when we projected forward. This concerned making
decisions regarding personal finances, maintaining
our health, our embedded isolation from ever more
dynamic world, which we were being sheltered from
within our ever-narrowing modes of conversation.
Finally Claire encouraged me to go and build my
sustainable house and change my life style. She then
said something that triggered a totally new rethink
of my plans; she said, "I just wish I could join
you." "What a great idea, I said, why don't you come
and join me." The immediate reply was that she
couldn't. I asked: "Why not"?
The table went quiet for a few minutes. Finally I
asked for her to hear me out. I explained my logic as
best I could in an impromptu manner. That pooling of
our financial resources would make our joint position
much improved. Having another individual to relate to
on a daily basis would add new and desired
responsibilities to our boring routines while
offering a genuine reason for being and staying
healthy.
We would need to attend to the World's problems once
again by involving ourselves into community affairs.
We would be our own wards again demanding attention
to issues we were removed from now – responsibilities
like taxes, politics, civil society etc. The two of
us could also be a team to make decisions we thought
were the right ones for us rather than for "our
situation."
Lastly, we would have a companion that would make
adventurous behaviour possible and meaningful once
more. We could share risks rather than constantly
being driven to the safer and less rewarding
directions because we were always by ourselves.
I found that I was speaking with so much conviction I
surprised myself. It was a brilliant idea with an
appropriate pitch. I looked at Claire across the
table only to find her smiling back. Again there was
total silence. "What do you think"? I asked. "I'll
have to think on it a bit. I am not sure that I would
be the right person for this much adventure?" was her
reply. I realised that if I carried on too much,
anymore and I would be seen as pushy. So I left the
idea with her, saying, "Claire what else have you got
to do anyway? What is the risk?"
Our lunch proceeded and I drove her back to her
complex. I asked that she please think about my
proposal, which she then immediately compared to a
marriage-like proposal both in its context and my
inspired delivery. I should have been on my knee, I
thought later. She said she was flattered and hadn't
been wooed so much in years.
I initially put this statement down to her having
been a literature teacher for 40 plus years and she
was always an independent thinker and a real
romantic. Nevertheless, I thought through my genuine
suggestion as I returned home trying to see the
obvious flaws in it. The more I pondered the less
capable I was at finding these erroneous flaws.
By the time I was pulling into my driveway I was
convinced that my idea was reasonable and that Claire
and I were reasonable people so it should work. I
phoned her to remind her to think about my
suggestion. She said she would.
-= The Preliminary Plan =-
My mind was on fire as I conjured up different
scenarios of the immediate future. My old house was
examined to see what would improve its resale value
and engaged a realtor. I purchase a touring vehicle
and prepared to be away for a few weeks. It was now a
week since I put the proposal to Claire with no
reply. Getting my nerves organised and ready for a
refusal I asked Claire for another lunch discussion.
She accepted and I was a bit surprised. The next day
I collected Claire from her house and we went to
lunch.
It was after about 30 minutes of bantering about when
I asked about her decision. Was she going to help me
find a new place to age slower and feel better?
Claire said that she had thought a great deal about
it and thought the idea was a good one but she felt
that she would hold me back if she was to accept. She
said maybe her energy levels were too low to be a
good companion for such an adventure. I was incensed
with the whole idea that she would be a constraint or
even to consider it. Quite the inverse was the truth.
With the support of Claire I was more likely to make
the right decisions. Apparently, I could not keep
from showing my great disappointment. There was
silence. I was defeated and did not know how to back
away gracefully. "Clair," I said finally, "I was
depending on you to accompany me, even if for only
for a few weeks to explore my and maybe your options.
I thought that I would have your counsel. I have no
one else to discuss these choices with otherwise.
Can't you change your mind? You can only add to the
venture's success, not ever hinder it!" I knew I was
talking to myself but needed to vent my frustrated
feelings nevertheless.
The silence was broken when the waitress returned to
see if we wanted dessert. I settled an apple pie and
coffee while Claire had a fruit, cheese and cracker
platter with a pot of tea. Finally I asked what she
was doing in the upcoming weeks. She said she had not
planned on anything as yet. I said: "Well you can
always accompany me on my exploration. I'll be back
before your tour begins in three week's time."
"It means that much to you?" she asked.
"Yes!" was my emphatic answer.
"When were you planning to go?" she followed.
"Well today is Wednesday and I thought I would leave
on Saturday whenever I was ready."
"Well, if you are really sure, I think I can manage
that time. I'll need to pack but you can pick me up
on Saturday before you venture off. We can split the
expenses."
I jumped up and lent over and gave her a kiss saying,
"That's so great! Why the change?" I asked without
thinking.
"Because you looked so frightfully sad. You will
promise to get me back in time to make my tour
wouldn't you?"
"I promise," was my instant reply.
I returned home and could not sleep. I prepared and
reviewed the intended trip backwards and forwards
ending up ready to travel by Thursday evening. I
called Claire to see how she was progressing and was
told that besides having to fill a prescription at
the drug store she was ready. I said I would come and
get her in the morning and we could collect the
prescription before we left. I also asked if she
would email me an itinerary of her tour.
I loaded the stuff into the car and locked everything
giving my neighbour a key just in case the realtor
wanted access. I arrived at Claire's place 20 minutes
later. I kissed her for the second time realising how
much I had missed that simple activity. It was just a
greeting but pleasant. I noticed that Claire was an
equal partner in the kiss this time, which surprised
me. She only had a small suitcase and an overnight
bag. By 08:45 we were off and out of the state by
10:30.
Just after 13:00 we were two thirds through Indiana
and ready for lunch. Unbeknown to Claire, I had
prepared a picnic hamper with a great bottle of
chilled white wine to have at whatever suitable place
we found. I had exceeded my travel distance target
for that day so I was ready to find some lodging
close by and explore the immediate vicinity for
interesting sites the following day. It also appeared
that Claire needed a break after sitting for hours.
I surprised her when I saw an entrance to a State
Park and pulled in. We found a picnic table with a
great view over a mature greening hardwood forest
surrounding a lake that was built as a reservoir in
the ERA times for the local water supply. There were
shade trees and toilets so the place was just as I
had hoped. I broke out the picnic before Claire was
aware and served the sandwiches and wine as she sat
down.
Claire was suitably impressed with my forethoughts
and seemed to relax as we watched the scenery. "That
was delicious. The chilled wine made it perfect but
isn't it illegal to have alcohol in these parks"? I
looked over and said: "My sandwiches demanded it." I
refilled the glasses and we toasted the moment.
As we were packing up she stopped, leant over and
gave me a kiss. It was our third kiss and second,
that day. This kiss was slower and almost inviting.
"Thank you, I enjoyed that lunch more than anyone
I've had in a long time," she said. I took that as a
Claire thought and was pleased that our adventure so
far, was off to a good start.
We decide to get out of Indiana before stopping. It
was logical because I would not trade an established
home in Michigan for a similar climate in southern
Indiana regardless of the scenery. At 4:30 pm we
crossed the border into Kentucky. I suggested that we
find lodging for the night and went searching for a
suitable motel. In the process we came upon a quaint
B&B hidden away in a beautiful forest glade defined
by a lake.
When we went into the receptionist we were informed
that only one room was left. It was the superior room
with its own ensuite and deck overlooking the vista
and lake. And because we looked like a nice couple
and it was late in the day we could have it for the
normal rate. I was about to correct the situation
when Claire quickly said, "Thank you we'll take it
for the night."
I was flummoxed. Before I could clear my thoughts
Claire registered and collected the keys. Next we
followed the receptionist carrying our bags to the
room, which turned out to be a beautifully designed
stand-alone bungalow with kitchenette, lounge room
and large bedroom with just one giant bed. The
receptionist handed the keys to me and told us of a
good place to eat and bid us a goodnight.
I was really confused. I sat down in one of the
lounge chairs to ponder what had just happened.
Claire on the other hand, explored the bungalow with
approving jesters of good, fine and isn't that
lovely. "Well Stan this is a really good start."
"Claire, that fellow thinks we are a couple," I said.
"Well Stan we are a couple just different from the
way he defines the term," was her reply. She followed
with, "I like the way it feels – to be a couple,
don't you?" She was standing in front of me about to
give me a big hug. After the hug she kissed me for
the fourth time. It was a soft lingering kiss on the
lips that I had not experienced in several years.
"Let's just pretend that we are an old married couple
and enjoy all those great sensation, Okay? It has
been a long time since I felt this wanted."
She went to freshen up and left me with more
confusion. Had she actually had treated my proposal
as a kind of marriage proposal? I had not meant it as
such. Now she seemed to treat us as an old married
couple out jaunting about, perhaps indulging in what
might be considered a dirty weekend capper. The
realisation stunned me. After my initial conclusion
and fear came the more subtle understanding. I had
missed the whole story that Claire immediately
understood from the start.
My proposal was indeed genuine, I just had not
recognised it. No wonder Claire was hesitant to
respond. What is more important was she took my
proposal and agreed to come knowing that I was not
yet aware of its true import. She had taken me on
faith and hoped I would eventually see the light.
Well the light went on. I am frightened but very
pleased that my sister was so thoughtful and
trusting.
I was startled when she said, "Stan, I am a bit tried
and stiff. I would appreciate a warm bath before
relaxing on the deck. Can I suggest that we finish
the picnic and wine rather than going out to eat
tonight, what do you think?" she commented. I said it
sounded like a good idea. I returned to the car and
collected the picnic fare and returned to find Claire
running the bath. I grabbed a glass of ice water from
the refrigerator and went on to the deck to think. I
was not clear about how this evening was proceeding.
Claire's initial hesitance to join me had now seemed
totally reversed.
Her spirits were high and she appeared more excited
as the day progressed. She was actually driving the
agenda at least for this evening. I was pleased by
this situation. I was a little concerned about the
reversal of the roles but pleasantly willing to enjoy
it using a "go with the flow" mentality. The
implications we left with the B&B owner were never
thought of until just that moment. In the end I
decided it was just due to the excitement of the
adventure. I began to relax watching the changing
lights over the country view.
After a second glass of ice water about 30 minutes
later Claire arrived on the deck in a big fluffy robe
supplied by the B&B and bare feet. "Stan, can you
open the Champagne in the frig. I certainty could use
that right now. I believe there is also a loaf of
French bread and cheeses too. Obviously this is a
ceremonial bungalow don't you think?"
Not sure how to reply I simply said, "I'd say so! How
was the bath?" I asked.
"Perfect, all my stiffness is gone and the Champagne
will do the rest. You should do the same."
"Will you wait on the Champagne and the lot if I do?"
I asked.
The reply was equally tongue and cheek with, "Only if
you are quick."
I was not sure how the next steps were to play out. I
had been so preoccupied with travel and the future
that I was not prepared for the present. I went to
the bath only to see that Claire had laid out the
B&B's second robe on the bed. I gathered it up and
proceeded to the shower, which felt wonderful and
refreshing just as she said. Instead of dressing I
merely put on the other robe and made my way to the
deck to join Claire.
"Great!" was her greeting as she handed me the flute
of Champagne. She had organised the cheese and
crackers on a tray and gestured for me to sit down.
There was silence as we made our way through the wine
and nibbles watching the sunset across the lake. To
my surprise Claire started a couple candles.
The atmosphere was amazing and I felt so relaxed and
pleasant that I did not notice that Claire was
watching me intently. "Stan, were you serious about
us exploring the future together?" was her soft
comment. It almost got lost in the surrounding
environment's evening sounds.
I looked over and said emphatically yes.
"Did you think about us as a couple, as a possible
mated pair or just as a sort of informal alliance-
like partnership?" was her second question. She
followed with, "Please be careful with your answer. I
am looking at this circumstance as potentially my new
future and not just having an adventure together. I
need to know you can think of me as a new partner to
replace the one you lost. You do understand, don't
you?"
The penny dropped. My proposal was indeed a marriage
proposal of sorts after all. Claire was offering
herself to me as my new mate and not just as a
partner for an assorted set of adventures. I was not
sure that I was ready for another mate yet but it was
clear that Claire was the perfect one to consider.
I realised that several minutes had gone by so I
looked at her and said, "Claire you are my best
friend, my only trusted counsel and the one person I
feel closest to. I think that Jean would be pleased
if she knew that I was now yours if you'll have me. I
am only what you see. Is that enough for you? You
could get better you know? But if a future with me is
acceptable then the answer is we are a couple in
every aspect of our lives, as a mating pair if you
desire that too."
"Stan, it means being my mate. I am so anxious to be
mated as a woman again. I want you to be my soul
mate. Even though I am too old to procreate,
nevertheless I want you to treat me as if I could.
I'll take our consummation as evidence of our
agreement to be mates for life. Is that agreeable
with you?"
I jested with, "Don't you want to try me out first in
case I cannot perform any longer? It's been years
since I was inside a woman. I might fail."
"The only way to tell is to see. Let's see," was her
response. Claire got up and opened her robe then
gently straddled my lap. She was naked beneath.
She leant forwards and kissed me on the lips. At the
same time she opened my robe and hugged me so that my
chest came in contact with her soft breasts. I was
overwhelmed with the sense of desire. I felt myself
having a spontaneous erection. This was something
that only happened of late with manual relief.
Sensing my stimulated state Claire lent back to see
my erection grow. She was pleased that I was still
able to offer her sexual intercourse saying, "Oh Stan
I have been dreaming of this for a week now," where
she began fondling my erection to carefully fit it
within her opening lips.
Then with slow, deliberate and emotional grace Claire
descended on to my lap causing my penis to
comfortably slip inside her vagina. It went
remarkably easily with warmth and comfort. "Stan,
please your semen inside me so we are actually
lovemaking. That would be marvellous?"
All I could do was moan in reply.
I watched Claire as she closed her eyes and opened
her mouth as we consummated our agreement. Once I was
fully inside her she slowly rotated her hips as I
began pushing upwards. It had been years since my
last mating and it was all too much for me and I
automatically orgasmed inside Claire. It must have
triggered Claire to orgasm at the same time. Although
it was a short episode it was without doubt the
longest orgasm I have ever experienced. "Stan, do you
love me?" Claire asked.
"Yes, Claire I love you more than I can understand
right now."
"Good! We are a couple who can mate. It is a
wonderful future ahead of us now."
Without moving we stayed together even after my penis
fell free of Claire's vagina. It was over an hour
before we stirred. Finally, Claire moved back and
looked at me. "Stan that was the most enjoyable
sensation I have had in years. I also expect that we
can get better at it too. What were your thoughts
when we orgasmed together?"
I said, "I wasn't really thinking, I am afraid. All
the feelings were so intense that I had trouble
absorbing all of them and I wanted all of them to
continue. I was happy, you were so open to me and you
accepted my love and seemed to relish the feeling as
much as I did. Oh wait there was something that
flashed through my mind, it was the thought of why we
had not done this before? Now that I think about it I
realise that I have always wanted to mate with you
even when we were kids. Strange isn't it?"
"No, I don't think so. Jean use to tease me about how
much I wanted you. I hope I can satisfy you as much
as Jean could," where she then kissed me.
"Claire, you have no fears there. I'll fuck you as
often as I can. Let's go to bed and see if we can do
it again?"
"Stan, did you and Jean fuck each other?"
"No fuck was a rude term and not used between us," I
answered.
"Good, let's make a pack that we fuck each other then
and it's for sheer enjoyment," Claire declared.
We kissed and went to bed feeling exhausted instead
of horny. That was for tomorrow. We decided to stay
at the B&B as a honeymoon holiday for a few more
days.
-= Planning the future =-
Regardless of our physical and emotional energy
ebbing by one o'clock in the morning we were both
awake and fucking each other by two in the afternoon.
As hoped my second orgasm was much longer in coming
if perhaps a bit shorter in duration.
Claire was able to have a number of slow deep orgasms
as we quickly experimented with several modes of sex.
By four in the morning I had perform orally on Claire
something Jean never would accept. I on the other
hand I received a blowjob I had not had since high
school graduation.
We were exhausted and slept until 9 am. We bathed and
decided to ask the BB innkeeper for the next two days
in the cabin. We were hungry and followed the
recommendations to have breakfast at the local
luncheon spot a few miles away. As we talked we
decided to abundant the touring and retire to bed and
enjoy the physical sensation of sex. I swear that the
vigour we expressed was more than we had expressed in
years.
Then out of blue Claire asked, "Stan, if you could
impregnate me would you?"
I thought about my answer and replied, "Claire, yes I
would impregnate you but I would just let it happen
naturally not force the issue."
"Even if I were your sister?" she continued.
"Well, I guess I would have thought about it but
after fucking you last night, I would still do it.
There is something incredibly exciting about having
my sister full of my sperm, however spurious they
might be. Am I perverted?"
"Yes you are and so am I. I have the similar
incredibly desire for incestuous behaviour. Isn't it
wonderful that we can practice something so anti-
social and illegal and have only positive outcomes?"
END
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