Following the death of my wife, in a car crash, about 5 years ago, I sold our house and bought a one bedroom apartment. It offered me all that I needed, a comfortable space to come home to after work, but small enough to be easy to keep tidy.

It took almost 3 years for me to properly come to terms with the loss of my wife, and in that time her sister, Kate, had been my rock. She rang me most days to check that I was ok, cooked me meals, even offered to do my laundry, which I declined. Recently, she discovered that her husband was having an affair and, suddenly, it was my turn to be a shoulder to cry on.

I did my best to support her. I listened to what she had to say, gave her any advice that I could and held her as she cried. She desperately wanted to reconcile with her husband, but he was having none of it and one evening, about a month ago, she turned up at my door, carrying a holdall of clothes. Her husband had thrown her out of the house, and was planning to move his new lover in.

She had nowhere else to go, and so I agreed that she could stay with me. I would sleep on the sofa, and she could have my bed, until she managed to sort out something more suitable. She was reluctant to take my bed, offering to sleep on the sofa herself, but I insisted and she, eventually, agreed.

The first few days we’re a bit awkward, as we learned to work around each other in my small apartment, but I soon found that it was quite nice having her company, despite the situation which had caused it. Kate would cook dinner ready for when I got home from work, cook me breakfast on the weekend, and do all the washing up.

We would sit and watch TV in the evening and share a bottle of wine, or a couple of beers.

Last Saturday was her birthday, so I booked a table at the local Italian restaurant, as a surprise for her. We had a lovely evening out, and quite a few drinks. It was lovely to see her enjoying herself.

Just before midnight, I called a cab to take us home. I was surprised when, as we sat in the back of the car, she grabbed my hand and tried to kiss me. Not wanting to take advantage of her slightly drunken state, I turned my head away, and told her that we couldn’t do that.

The rest of the short journey was spent in silence, and when we got to my apartment, she went straight to bed without saying another word. The following morning she was up, as usual, cooking breakfast for us, dressed in her bathrobe.

There wasn’t much conversation over breakfast, but after we had finished breakfast, and Kate washed up whilst I took a shower, she apologised for overstepping the mark.

“Don’t you find me attractive?” she asked.

“Of course I find you attractive, Kate. What a stupid question,” I replied.

“So why wouldn’t you kiss me? I was only trying to thank you for a lovely evening.”

“We were both pretty drunk last night, and I didn’t want us to end up doing anything that we might have regretted this morning,” I told her.

“Well, we’re not drunk this morning,” she said, stepping closer to me and putting her hands on my waist, looking up to my face. “So, can I kiss you now?”

Before I knew what was happening, our mouths were locked together in a kiss which meant so much more than “thank you”.

Her hands were roaming all over my back, and mine over hers.

Kate abruptly broke the kiss, and I panicked that we had taken it too far, but she stepped back, smiled at me, and untied the belt on her bathrobe, revealing her naked body.

“Are you sure this what you want?” I asked her, leaning back against the worktop.

“Of course I’m sure,” she replied, dropping the robe to the floor. “Are you just going to stand there admiring the view, or are you going to get those clothes off and fuck me?”

Stepping forward, I picked her up in my arms, carried her to the bedroom and placed her on the bed, before peeling off my t-shirt and lounge pants.

I knelt beside her on the bed, taking my first proper look at her body.

Kate was quite small, only just over 5ft tall, with gorgeous C cup boobs, topped with lovely dark nipples which were standing out like pencil rubbers. Her tummy was flat and her slim waist flared out to generous hips. Her legs were shapely, and well toned, thanks to her love of running and swimming. My eyes were drawn to the well trimmed patch of pubic hair, carefully crafted into a heart shape.

“Do you like what you see?” Kate asked, stroking my thigh.

“Very much so,” I replied, running my hand across her tummy.

“And I can see why my sister always had a smile on her face,” she continued, taking my hard cock in her hand.

“ It wasn’t that making her smile,” I answered, straddling her body. “Well, I hope your going to make me smile,” she laughed.

“Only one way to find out,” I whispered, lowering my face to kiss her.

As we kissed, I shifted my position and placed one leg between hers, drawing it up so that my thigh made contact with her pussy, and began to grind against it.

Making sure to keep my body weight off Kate, I took one breast in my hand and, as we continued kissing, massaged her fleshy mound, rubbing my thumb across her, already erect nipple.

Lowering my head, I took her other nipple in my mouth, using my tongue to replicate the action of my thumb, my thigh still grinding against her pussy, feeling her wetness on my leg.

I moved my mouth to her other nipple, teasing it with little flicks of my tongue, as a spoiler to what she could expect when my mouth moved lower down her body.

“Oh, fuck, that feels so good,” Kate moaned.

I continued to tease her nipples, swapping my mouth from one to the other, and grinding my thigh against her increasingly wet pussy for several minutes more, easing off the pressure of my thigh, as I felt Kate begin to tense beneath me, then increasing the pressure as she relaxed.

Removing my mouth from her tit, I moved up to kiss her, just as I increased the speed and pressure of my thigh on her pussy.

“Are you ready for me to put a smile on your face?” I asked. “Mmmmm, I already have one,” she whimpered.

I kissed my way down her body, giving her nipples a little more tongue fun on my way to her pussy.

I slid two fingers, easily, into her wet channel, curling the tips upward to massage that special spot. My tongue began to dance on, and around her clit before I took her little button between my lips and started making a low humming sound. The vibration of my lips drove her wild, and she clamped thighs around my head as she started bucking her hips.

I withdrew my fingers from within her, and released her clit from between my lips, not wanting her to cum just yet. Sliding back up the bed, so that our faces were level, I smiled at her before placing two fingers on her clit and rubbing it hard and fast.

Within seconds, she was breathing hard, her body shaking and her hips bucking under my hand.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” She yelled, her eyes rolling back into her head with the intensity of the orgasm that was tearing through her.

My fingers continued relentlessly rubbing at her clit until her orgasm peaked, and she offloaded a stream of her juice onto my bed.

Her body went totally limp, her eyes closed, as she basked in the afterglow of such a violent orgasm.

I lay beside her, my head propped up on my hand, watching her face as she recovered. Eventually, she opened her eyes and smiled at me, stroking my hair.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

“I never realised you were a squirter,” I teased her.

“Neither did I,” she admitted. “Graham never paid me enough attention for that. Sex with him was always rushed. That bitch has done me a favour. She is welcome to him.”

With that she pulled my head down to give me a long, passionate kiss.

“ Now I really do understand why my sister was always smiling. I’m absolutely exhausted after that” she said. “ But your cock hasn’t had any fun yet.”

“My cock hasn’t had any fun for 5 years.” I reminded her. “A little bit longer won’t hurt.”