Romancing Jacquee

Wayne got out of the car and hurried around to help his sister. As he held open the door and took her hand, he looked down upon her and smiled. Today was her fortieth birthday. She deserved a special celebration, and he was doing his best to give it to her. 

It wasn’t hard to understand why Wayne felt so strongly for his sister Jacquee. Jacquee is a truly beautiful woman. Jacquee had all the features most men would desire in a woman; she was petite and weighed about 115 pounds, her olive colored skin, the kind which made it look like she had a constant tan. Her brown hair looked great regardless of how she styled it. Her brown eyes and perfect skin made her appear years younger than forty.

“I still can’t believe this,” Jacquee said as she lifted her still attractive 5’2” frame from the car, allowing Wayne to take her arm in his. “First the play, and now dinner at the Summit Meadows Restaurant. Wayne, you shouldn’t have spent so much money just for me.” 

“Tonight, price is no object. I want to celebrate your birthday in style.” He stopped suddenly and turned to his sister. “I love you, Jacquee.” 

Jacquee looked at her brother and smiled, struggling to hold back the tears. Leaning over, she kissed Wayne lightly on the cheek and sighed. Arm in arm, they continued on into the restaurant. 

Dinner turned out to be very nice. The restaurant was on the top floor of a hotel and had a beautiful view of the city. There was a stage in the corner overlooking the dance floor. Onstage was a small band playing soft, romantic tunes. As they let their dinner settle, Jacquee enjoyed a glass of wine, while Wayne had coffee. 

“Would you like to dance?” Wayne asked. 

“I’d love to,” she smiled. 

He led her onto the dance floor amid several other couples, turned, and took her in his arms. They danced slowly to the music, while Wayne made a conscious effort to keep an appropriate amount of distance between them. 

After a few moments, Jacquee looked at Wayne. “Is this how you dance with your other ladies?” she asked. 

“What do you mean?” he answered. 

“I won’t break if you hold me closer,” she said with just the hint of humor in her voice. 

“Oh. Sorry,” Wayne muttered. But he did draw her closer. Close enough to breathe in her scent, and to realize how wonderful she smelled. Close enough to feel her hair brushing against his face. Close enough, even, to feel her breasts pressing lightly against his chest. But was it close enough, he wondered, for his sister to feel his growing erection pressing against her belly? 

They finished the dance and returned to their table while the band took a short break. They talked about little things, inconsequential things, while they enjoyed the view of the city lights below. Mostly, they just enjoyed each other’s company. They had always been the most important persons in each other’s life, and being together in this intimate, romantic setting seemed completely natural. 

The band returned, but they remained at their table and kept talking. At last, Jacquee looked at Wayne. “If you won’t ask me, then I’ll ask you. Would you care to dance, sir?” 

Wayne blushed. He hadn’t forgotten the erection he’d gotten during their last dance, and was worried about a repeat performance. But his sister was acting like nothing unusual had happened. When they got to the dance floor, he took her in his arms, and pulled her nearly as close as he had previously. But his sister pulled him closer, even closer then before. His arousal must be apparent to her. Jacquee's breasts were pressing firmly against his chest. 

It was also close enough to get some looks from other patrons, holding each other closer than might be considered appropriate. Let them look, Jacquee thought. As long as no one knew they were sister and brother, she didn’t care. 

She laid her head against his. “This is nice,” she whispered. They danced a couple dances like that, sitting down only when the band decided to pick up the tempo a bit. After returning to their seats, they were both unusually quiet as they sipped at their drinks and enjoyed the sights. 

Finally, the band slowed things down again. Without saying a word, Jacquee reached for Wayne’s hand and led him onto the floor. This time, instead of one arm around each other and one hand in each other’s hand, Jacquee wrapped both her arms around his waist. With nowhere else to put his arm, Wayne carefully wrapped it around her back. 

As the dance continued, Jacquee leaned her head back and looked into his eyes. Then, she leaned in and kissed him. But this was not a normal sister and brother kiss. This was a kiss of passion. Wayne felt her tongue pressing at his lips, until he parted them and let her in. They only held their kiss for a moment, just long enough for their tongues to intertwine briefly, before breaking it off. 

She pulled herself back into him and ran her hands across his shoulders. Instinctively, his hands began to wander over her back and down to her ass. He rubbed her softly, intoxicated by her closeness. 

When the dance ended, she looked at him for a long silent moment. It was a pensive look, a look that seemed be born out of an inner conflict. During that moment, Wayne was afraid his world was coming to an end. He was certain that he had crossed the line, and that his relationship with his sister would never be the same.