vikingpanda
Planetoid
- Joined
- Feb 14, 2013
- Location
- Seattle
My name is Chris, I have an older sister named Melissa who I haven't seen but maybe 2 or 3 times in the past 6 or 7 years. I'm 25 years old and Melissa is 5 years older than me. As we grew up a moved out of the house life took over and we moved away from each other making it hard to see one another. We talked occasionally but never really got to see each other very much. I got married and had a kid as did my sister but she had just gone through a divorce. We were pretty close when we were kids and although we never had a sexual relationship I used to spy on her occasionally and cuddle on the couch with her burying my head into her soft large breasts.
I was on a business trip when I caught wind of my sisters divorce. She had recently moved to Alaska where she was working as a bar tender and it took a toll on her marriage. I decided to call and talk to her about it. After listening to what had happened and complaining about my unhappiness in my own marriage I pitched an idea her way. I decided I should fly up to visit her for a week or so so we could have some much needed personal time with each other. We could go out with her friends, ride the ferry around the islands spending some time alone on the ship, and just let loose for a bit. She loved the idea and we agreed on me going to visit that following summer while her kids were with their father.
My heart was racing as the plane landed in the airport in Alaska. I had begun fantasizing about my visit with my sister over the months building up to our reunion. I had secretly hoped to get closer to my sister than ever before and in the back of my mind sensed that she might be feeling it too, or so I hoped. I grabbed my bag and walked off the bridge connecting the plane to the terminal and made my way to baggage claim as I pulled out my cell phone to call my sister and let her know I had landed. The phone rang once or twice before she answered, " Hey sis! I'm here, just landed, meet you at baggage claim?"
I was on a business trip when I caught wind of my sisters divorce. She had recently moved to Alaska where she was working as a bar tender and it took a toll on her marriage. I decided to call and talk to her about it. After listening to what had happened and complaining about my unhappiness in my own marriage I pitched an idea her way. I decided I should fly up to visit her for a week or so so we could have some much needed personal time with each other. We could go out with her friends, ride the ferry around the islands spending some time alone on the ship, and just let loose for a bit. She loved the idea and we agreed on me going to visit that following summer while her kids were with their father.
My heart was racing as the plane landed in the airport in Alaska. I had begun fantasizing about my visit with my sister over the months building up to our reunion. I had secretly hoped to get closer to my sister than ever before and in the back of my mind sensed that she might be feeling it too, or so I hoped. I grabbed my bag and walked off the bridge connecting the plane to the terminal and made my way to baggage claim as I pulled out my cell phone to call my sister and let her know I had landed. The phone rang once or twice before she answered, " Hey sis! I'm here, just landed, meet you at baggage claim?"