I woke up in mom’s bed with a pang of regret. Not over my actions with mom, or my actions with Carmen. My regret was that all this fun would have to come to an end today. My sister Nadine was coming home today.
Apparently we lucked out, having forgotten temporarily about Nadine’s return home, she did not arrive home early or even when expected when her flight changed. I slept with mom again. I smiled as I looked over at her naked body only covered by sheets. I knew my cum was inside of her and that was a tempting thought, but I knew we had to stop… for now.
I woke mom up seeing that it was her normal wake-up time for work. We both took a shower together and washed each other lovingly. Nothing sexual happened beside a few erotic kisses.
“Do you think Carmen’s jealous?” I asked mom.
She smiled in return.
“Of course she is. What woman wouldn’t be jealous knowing a sexy man like yourself prefers his “old” mom to her?” Mom said teasingly.
We both laughed.
“You know, we will have to put our sexual affairs on hold for now.” Mom said regretfully.
“I know. I was about to mention it myself.” I responded.
We kissed passionately and I dried off as she started getting ready for work. I went back to my own room for the time being.
A soft knock on the door came with surprise.
I opened the door to see that it was Carmen. Dressed to kill. My mouth dropped open as I took in the sight of her in short mini skirt and top with lot’s of cleavage showing. It was only a Tuesday. She couldn’t be going to a club. Especially not in the morning like this. I wondered what was up.
“I’m going out to catch up with an old friend. I might be a little late tonight so don’t worry. Say hi to Nadine for me, will you?” Carmen said and kissed my cheek as she departed.
I looked on at her as she left. I was shocked. I wondered what friend she could be talking about. No man in particular was ever that important to her for her to be this dressed up early in the morning.
I shut the door and began to dress up casually in a pair of jogging sweats and shirt. I figured I’d get in some exercise while being home alone. I ran down the stairs after saying bye to mom with a kiss on the cheek.
I ran smack into Nadine almost knocking her over as I rounded the corner from the living room to the dining room.
Nadine smiled as she regained her balance. She was dressed in a red skirt that came down to her knees and a white blouse with matching red jacket. She looked dressed for business, but much like mom this was her normal feminine way of dressing. I smiled at her and was surprised to see how beautiful she looked in reality compared to my memory of her.
She smiled and we hugged without saying a word.
“Going jogging?” She asked as I looked ready for a workout or a jog.
“Yep. Care to join me?” I asked teasingly as I knew Nadine was normally too shy to bother, even if I was her brother.
“Yeah sure. Give me a few minutes to change.” She said carrying a suitcase up the steps with her.
I stood and watched as she went up the steps. Too many surprises for me lately. Mom came down the steps.
“How come you aren’t gone yet?” Mom said putting earrings in her ears and looking every bit the business woman, yet sexy at the same time. “Nadine just came in. She is changing to go jogging with me.” I said and mom’s eyebrows arched in surprise.
She hurried up the steps and I heard her call Nadine’s name and knew they were hugging. A part of me was turned on knowing Nadine must be in some state of undress, but then again that is my naturally perverted mind.
Mom came down the steps with Nadine following her. Nadine had her long blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail and was wearing black sweats which matched my own. Mom hugged Nadine and then me as she left for work.
“Well let’s go.” I said with a bit of nervousness.
Not having been in this neighborhood much we decided to explore and took different routes as we jogged and caught up on each other’s lives. I saw more than one guy turn and look at Nadine. Who could blame them? She was a striking beauty much like mom. Unlike her, Nadine’s hair was blonde, but she picked up a lot of mom’s femininity and fashion sense, as well as her mannerisms and charm, along with those qualities that made both women stand out in a crowd.
I glanced at my sister from time to time. She was still a little shy around me, but she had warmed up some since the last time we were together. We kept pace with one another, even though it was apparent she kept in shape more than I did.
I stopped to catch my breath after we did a few miles and I leaned over with my hands on my knees while Nadine jogged in place.
“Come on! Don’t tell me you can’t keep up with me anymore!” Nadine said laughing.
“Very funny! I still work out when I can. I just am not as young as I used to be.” I said gasping for air.
“Bull! You are twenty-five. Don’t give me that!” Nadine said with humor in her voice.
Was this my little sister? The one who always had trouble talking to me or being around me?
After I caught my second wind we jogged back to the house. I kept pace with her, but not easily. She was very much in shape. Reminding me that I had to pick up my workouts despite my job. I must have been slacking off for awhile. I thought back to when it happened and I realized that Marissa’s rejections of my sexual advances was very much a part of it.
I stopped jogging as the house was in sight as the thought of Marissa depressed me. Our marriage down the drain. My friendship with Tony lost as well. Nadine noticing that I was no longer beside her stopped jogging and walked back to me.
“What’s wrong Mike?” She asked putting a hand on my shoulder.
“Just thought about Marissa. I shouldn’t have done that.” I said shaking my head.
“It’s ok. I’m here big bro.” Nadine said putting her arm around my shoulders.
We walked like that to the house. Despite what happened between me and mom, and me and Carmen, I still felt a wave of grief wash over me. Maybe it was because our fun was put on hold and I was left with time to think about all that has happened.
We walked into the house together. I sat on the couch and Nadine sat down next to me, which was unusual for her, she used to be too shy to be in the same room most of the time, let alone next to me like this.
I noticed her looking at me with concern on her face. She hugged me, which surprised me, but made me feel better for the moment.
I still had images of Marissa, my ex-wife, riding my best friend. The look on her face was pure pleasure. The thought still haunted me that for three months my wife had an affair with Tony, while I went without sexual contact. Not only was she frigid, she had a mean streak going on during that whole time. I wasn’t so much upset about the loss of our marriage anymore, not since mom and Carmen took my mind off of it, no, now I was upset at the meanness of their actions. My supposed loving wife and supposed best friend betrayed me about as well as a man could be betrayed.