It could be, she thought. But how could he suddenly be here, in this city, and how had be found Bobby and Susan, knowing they were her children?
Susan described the man, and Carol was certain it was her brother. She began to feel excitement, becoming nervous. After fucking her in that hayloft so many years ago, Steve had went out of his way to avoid her, never being alone with her after that. She was certain he rejected her and wanted nothing to do with her ever again. Why had he suddenly shown up after all these years?
"Where does he live?" she asked.
Susan supplied Steve's address. Carol knew the place. It was a luxury apartment building about half a mile from her home.
She knew Susan and Bobby were looking in an odd way at her, but she was so surprised to find her brother living so closely, and she was surprised to feel excitement. It had been many years since she had seen him, and during that time, she had yearned for him. Her cunt was getting moist as she thought back to the days of the hayloft again.
She began to tremble.
She got slowly to her feet and left the kitchen, her son and daughter staring at her.
Back in her bedroom, she let the robe fall away. Hardly knowing what she was doing, she began to dress.
Susan and Bobby had come upstairs and were watching her. She slipped on a pleated skirt and a blouse, then pulled nylons on her slim legs. She brushed her hair.
"Where are you going, Mom?" Bobby asked.
"You didn't put panties on, Mother," Susan said, suspicious of what was happening. "Mother, please, don't go causing trouble. Steve is nice, we like him. And if he's our uncle like he said, we should be nice to him, too."
Carol turned and sat on the edge of her bed. She looked at them. "Come here," she said in a soft voice. "I've got to tell you something." Bobby and Susan sat on the floor at her feet, looking up at her. "It's true I have a brother, and his name is Steve. You've described him perfectly."
Carol told them about the hayloft, and how her brother had avoided her since. There was a sparkle in their eyes, but a sadness, too.
"He shouldn't have felt ashamed, Mother," Susan said.
"I know that, darling," Carol replied. "But some people can't handle what we're doing with each other. I suspect Steve is one of those people."
"What are you gonna do, Mom?"
"I'm going to see him, of course," she said.
"Are you gonna tell him to go away?" Susan asked.
"I have no right telling him where he can live," Carol said. "But I do have to see him. I love my brother, like I love you two. Yes, I have to see Steve."
She got up and, with Susan and Bobby still sitting on the floor, left them.
She was very nervous as she left her house and started in the direction of his apartment, yet there was a steamy feeling between her thighs.
"Hello, Steve," she said quietly.
The tall man stared at her, showing no surprise. Carol's legs trembled when her brother ushered her into the living room.
She sat down and crossed her legs, folding her hands nervously in her lap. She watched him sit at the other end of the couch. Despite the many years that had passed, Carol realized he had changed little. Older, and more handsome than she remembered, he was mature and self-assured.
Carol remembered little of the conversation, but enough to find out he had been married, no children, then divorced. He was a middle executive with a large company, had lived in this apartment for three years, and only recently met Bobby and Susan.
Through the period of becoming reacquainted with her brother, Carol was acutely conscious of the throbbing pulsations of her cunt, and her eyes drifted frequently to the front of his pants. It was something she could not stop, despite all her efforts.
Steve told her he had seen Susan and Bobby, and was struck by the resemblance Susan had to Carol at that age. In fact, he thought he was looking at Carol all over again. It was he who had initiated the meeting with them, and was dumbfounded to learn who they were and that they lived so closely to him. He had wit known or suspected that Carol lived in the city, let alone so close.
Only when they began to talk about the hayloft did he indicate nervousness. She watched him as he went into the small kitchen and prepared coffee for them. She watched his hands shake. Her cunt was becoming more and more aroused. The insides of her thighs were getting wet and slippery, and she knew she still wanted her brother, wanted to fuck him, just as she had for many years after the hayloft incident.
They sipped coffee, and Carol noticed Steve tried to avoid her eyes. Yet, she noticed, he glanced at her body often. He seemed embarrassed, she felt. He, too, was thinking about that day, she knew. She realized that her skirt had hiked up her thighs. And, she was aware that Steve was having a difficult time keeping his eyes averted from her tantalizing flesh.
Steve questioned her about finances and family. Carol made vague comments and answers. She was trembling inside, her tits rising and falling as she breathed. Her eyes were smoky with desire for her brother. Her rounded knees were fully exposed as was a few inches of her slim, creamy thighs. She rocked her foot back and forth as she chatted.
"Susan and Bobby seem to be wonderful kids," he said, his arm on the back of the couch. His fingers were very near her shoulder, and Carol could almost feel those fingers touching her. "I like them, Carol. Since I've never had any of my own, I seem drawn to them."
"That's natural, Steve," she replied. "After all, you are their uncle."
"Has it been tough for you, Carol?"
"Tough? No, I wouldn't say that."
"I mean without a husband, a man, around the house," he said. "Trying to raise two kids alone can be tough on a woman."
"We've done all right."
They fell silent, and the tension became heavy between them. Carol thought she should go. They were uncomfortable with each other, she felt. She was starting to get up, when her brother placed his hand on her shoulder. Carol gasped, feeling an electric jolt flow through her body. She gazed into his eyes.
"Carol, there's something we haven't talked about," he said in a low voice.
"I know," she replied, her own voice low and whispery.
"We should, I think."
She was shaking, unable to stop. Her brother's fingers gripped her shoulder, but not painfully. He was looking at her in the same manner that he had when he found her in the hayloft.
"Why did you avoid me, Steve?" she asked, her voice seeming to stumble over the words, "I mean, after we…"
He began to caress her shoulder. "It's hard to put into words," he replied. "You were – still, are – the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. I had this crazy idea that you were just too beautiful for what I did to you."
"You gave me the impression you hated me."
"God, no!" he said. "I didn't hate you, Carol. What we did was great. But you were so beautiful, I could hardly stand to look at you. I got this idea you were ashamed of it, so I left you alone, knowing I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off you. I didn't want to hurt you, Carol. I thought I had hurt you enough that day."
"You hurt me by avoiding me," she answered.
They looked into each other's eyes for a long time, then Steve said, his voice hoarse, "You wanted to do it again?"
"Oh, yes!" she murmured. "Oh, Steve! You don't know how much I wanted you to do that again. I suffered horribly, reliving it all the time. I… I was in love with you. You were my brother, the first man to do it to me, and I was in love with you."
Somehow, with neither knowing how it happened, Carol was in his arms. Her brother was holding her tightly against his chest, and they were kissing frantically. Tasting his tongue against her lips, Carol hungrily sucked it into her mouth. She held him tight, her tits smashed against his chest.