Back to real life

Sophie smiled as she stood in the shower, her head tossed back under the hot stream of water, letting the water hit her face and sluice down her body, washing the remnants of her day with Connor away. She was sore but happy, her body tender and bruised from him, but the pain just heightened her happiness, the soreness a pleasant reminder of what they’d done together. Finally, the petite wife and mother thought to herself as she arched her back, thrusting her small firm breasts out, her nipples still sore from his attention. And it was about damned time, she added with a smile as she thought of her brother, of all the years she’d fantasized about him, dreamt about him, lusted after him. Definitely worth the wait, she smiled as her hand drifted down between her legs, cupping her sex, wincing slightly as her fingers rubbed over the bruised folds. I just hope he’ll be gentler next time, she thought, thinking back to the hard passionate sex, the almost animal like intensity with which Connor had fucked her. Well, maybe not, she giggled to herself, admitting that she’d like how rough he’d been, how controlling. So unlike any other man she’d ever been with.

Sophie had just finished her shower, was toweling off when she heard the front door open and slam shut, signalling that her daughters were home. She felt a little frown of frustration cross her face, wishing that she’d had more time to revel in the events of the day, more time to think about how she and Connor had spent the afternoon. She’d never had so much sex in such a short period of time. It had seemed like her brother was insatiable, his desire for her almost frightening in its’ intensity. “Making up for all that lost time,” He’d joked after their third bout of sex, the both of them laying sweaty and sticky on his large leather sofa, holding each other as they tried to catch their breaths.

“I just hope we don’t lose too much more time,” Sophie muttered to herself as she finished toweling off, wrapping the towel around herself before padding out of the bathroom to get dressed.

The next couple of days were a blur for Sophie, her life falling back into it’s same old dull routine, her thoughts still centering on Connor and the afternoon of pleasure that they’d shared. She had moments of guilt, times when she was ashamed at herself for what she’d done, but the excitement, the pure pleasure of their taboo new relationship pushed any doubts aside. She was eager to see her brother again, to find some time to be alone with him, hoping that he’d call her, that they could be together soon.

By the end of the week. Sophie was anxiously awaiting Connor’s call, hoping that he’d call, worrying that he wouldn’t. What if he’d changed his mind? What if he felt guilty for what they’d done? What if he didn’t want to see her again? Sophie had worked herself into a maelstrom of doubt by the time the phone rang late Friday evening.

Sophie had to hide her excitement, glancing over at her daughters, double checking that they were both engrossed in the television, that they were oblivious to her as she heard her brother’s voice on the other end of the line. Despite her excitement at hearing Connor’s voice, Sophie was concerned, the way he spoke, the tone of his voice, didn’t sound like he had been as eager to talk to her as she had to hear from him. Still, she couldn’t hide the pleasure in her voice, the small tremor of delight that ran through her, as he invited her to lunch again.

“Same place?” Sophie asked, biting her bottom lip to keep from smiling too much, trying to control herself, to keep her composure as she spoke to her brother. Neither of her daughters had even glanced at her, both of them being absorbed by the program on the television.

“Why don’t you come round my place first?” Connor suggested. “We’ll figure out what we’re doing after that.”

“Okay,” Sophie agreed, trying not to seem too eager, trying to act as calm as Connor sounded. What if last week was a one time thing? What if he doesn’t want me anymore? Is he inviting me to lunch to tell mer that it can never happen again? Sophie worried as they agreed that she’d meet him at his flat at noon.

“Who was that, Mummy?” Her oldest daughter asked during the next commercial break.

“Oh, it was Uncle Connor. He invited me to lunch,” Sophie told her, forcing herself to appear calm, trying to act nonchalantly. “You girls enjoyed their shopping trip with you last week. Would you fancy your father taking you again?” She asked.

“Sure,” both girls agreed eagerly.

Later that night, Sophie called her estranged husband, asking him to take the girls shopping again. “I guess so,” he sighed. Sophie could just picture him rolling his eyes at her request. “But you owe me for this,” he added after a few moments of thought.

“What did you have in mind?” Sophie asked teasingly, her voice low and sultry as she thought about tomorrow and what the afternoon could possibly bring.