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Thinking of Karen

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An explosive thought.

Just a few weeks ago I was in a small town in Andalusia, Southern Spain. Most of the tourists come here in summer although just twenty minutes on the coast away older people escape the cold wet winters of northern Europe. It gets cold away from the coast here in winter and there is a biting wind blowing from the Sierra Nevada Mountains. The hostale I am staying in is warm though and I can look out of my window to the mountains and see the house that will soon be mine. As I look out the window I wonder about Karen and how I will break the news to her that I am coming back to live and work in Spain. We had become close of the last few months, closer than brother and sister should (see previous stories) At the thought of Karen I felt my cock respond and start to stiffen. I realised that I had not masturbated at all since I had arrived here a week ago and reached down to touch myself through my jeans. I wished Karen was here now as I started to undress. Naked, I caught a glimpse of myself in the wardrobe mirror. I was proud of the fact that I looked younger than 40 and was still reasonably fit. My hard cock was not that big, just over six inches but now it stood straight out in front of me like a flagpole. I touched it using my fingers to pull back the foreskin as far as it would go revealing the purplish head; just like Karen liked to do I thought and groaned again wishing it were her fingers. I lay down on the bed and closed my eyes seeing Karen in my mind as I started to stroke myself. I remembered our first time masturbating each other when she was just seventeen and I was four years older. I remembered her young slender body, her small perky breasts and the way her body had moved as my fingers entered her for the first time. I recalled the little whimpering noises she had made, how her face had looked so beautiful as she came My hand started to move faster and precum was oozing from the head. I groaned and stopped. "Not yet" I murmured to the empty room I recalled the first time Karen had shyly taken me in her mouth as my stroking resumed. That first time she had stopped before I came and finished me with her hand smiling as I spurted over her breasts. I could see the white streaks on her breasts as she reached up and touched it with her fingers and giggled "Some of the girls say if you rub cum into your breasts they'll grow bigger. Do you think it will work for me?"

"You breasts are fine the way they are" I had smiled gently pushing her down and burying my head between her slim pale thighs. I remembered her soft moans of delight as I had kissed and licked her hard clitoris. I recalled her cries as I had sucked on her swollen clit as her body trembled and shuddered as she climaxed. I was gasping now, nearly there, my body tensing and I stopped again. God, I wanted to cum badly but I lay just holding my erection that was now sticky with precum and letting my excitement fade slightly. After that all too brief summer Karen and I had went our separate ways meeting up only two or three times a year for the next nearly twenty years. We both married and divorced and I came back from Spain to try and settle in the UK and I stayed with Karen. I was breathing hard now my body crying out for release. "Soon, soon" I murmured taking my hand from my cock and lightly stroking my inner thighs. I closed my eyes again seeing Karen as she was now. I know she is my sister but she is beautiful. She looks at least ten years younger than she is and her body is still smooth and slender. She is of course more experienced now and likes to take the lead now and then. I had only been staying at her flat a week when one night we started talking about sex and when I admitted I was horny she had suggested I masturbate. My hand moved back to my erection gripping it tightly and slowly moving the taut skin up and down as I remembered how we had masturbated in front of each other. I recalled how she had looked her hand moving under her panties as she had watched me cum then brought herself to orgasm. Later she had used her tongue, her lips, and her mouth on me until I came again. This time, I gasped my hand moving harder and faster on my cock. My eyes were tightly closed seeing Karen naked, smiling as if watching me. My free hand stretched out gripping the sheet as my body tensed. This would be a good one I thought. It was almost as if Karen was in the room, I could feel her as I passed the point of no return. My cock pulsated as the semen raced through my shaft. My body arched and I cried out as I came powerfully spurting rope after rope of semen feeling it land on my stomach and chest. I slowed down milking every drop from my still hard cock "Karen, Karen" I murmured my body trembling. I lay in the warmth of my orgasm as my breathing returned to normal. Cum streaked my stomach and chest as well as my now flaccid cock and pubic hair. Karen I thought remembering how she had asked me to make love to her. Despite our closeness and all the other things we have done together we have never had intercourse. I know she wants to but will she still want to when I tell her I am going back to Spain. I already know the answer to that as I thought about good it would feel sliding into her. I started to harden again but took my hand away wanting to wait until later.

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