Kylie needed her space. Even from me. That wasn’t going to change. The reward for our patience was how good the sex felt when we had to wait most of week for it. I found myself daydreaming about her far too often while I was meant to be working.
Since she generally knew when I was going to show up these days, Kylie often wasn’t wearing much when I arrived. She’d always had that problem, but now it was deliberate. That made it all the more confusing when I arrived one evening to find her painting while fully dressed. It wasn’t unheard of, but was unusual.
Regardless, I snuck up behind my sister and enfolded her in a ninja-hug. She squealed in delight and carefully set her brush down before turning and kissing me.
“What’s with the clothes?” I asked.
Kylie grinned. “So I’m not allowed wearing clothes now?”
“I didn’t say that.” I slid my hands under her shirt. “Although…”
She laughed. “I had some delivery guys in earlier. I just didn’t get around to changing after they left.”
I arched an eyebrow. “Oh?”
“Don’t look so surprised. I buy things sometimes.”
“Yeah, sometimes. Not often.” A quick glance around revealed exactly what her purchase was. Her comfy chair had a twin positioned by the wall of windows. “A new chair? What was wrong with your old one?”
“Nothing.” Kylie’s eyes flicked away, then back to me. “I just thought… maybe… you could have one too?”
My return smile erased most of her discomfort. It wasn’t just a chair. I recognized that. It was something in her place that wasn’t hers. Something for me. Coming from Kylie, it was practically an engagement ring.
“Thank you,” I said.
I kissed her deeply and held her more tightly to me. On unspoken agreement, she wrapped her arms around my neck and hopped into my embrace so I could carry her over to my new chair.
“Of course you know,” I said as we sat down with her in my lap, “we don’t often end up needing two chairs.”
Kylie giggled. “No. Not often.”
We played a game of getting each other’s clothes off while maintaining as much contact as possible. Tops were easier than bottoms, naturally, and Kylie eventually had to get off me long enough to get my pants off.
We both sighed in delayed satisfaction when she climbed back into my lap and slid her pussy onto my cock. We held each other close until she had me fully inside and had started rocking back and forth the way she liked to do.
For a while we engaged in slow, exquisite grinding while feeling each other up whenever and wherever we felt like it. I alternated stroking Kylie’s hair, and caressing her breasts. She ran her hands up and down my chest, and occasionally leaned in to kiss my shoulder, neck, or cheek.
“Mom came to visit the other day,” Kylie said.
“She did?”
“Yeah. I guess she got tired of being told I was fine. Wanted to make sure.”
“How’d that go?”
Kylie shrugged. “I thought she was you, so I didn’t bother dressing when I heard someone come in. I should have known, though. You’re always much quieter.”
“So you were… naked?”
“No. But only in panties. It was fine. Mom knows how I am.”