I had sex with my long lost sister unknowingly - Part 2

It was late morning when I woke. I looked at my watch, surprised when it said ten. I looked around, and she was nowhere to be found. Then I saw a note on the kettle.
It read, "Had to go to work. Let yourself out,"
I realized I needed to get back to the trailer to shower and change to meet my Sister in two hours. I never slept that well before. It must have been the two orgasms I had that night. I'm usually a light sleeper, and I always woke at dawn, so I was surprised when it was so late. I pulled on my clothes and locked the door behind me as I left, vowing to go back to the Bar tonight and find that beautiful girl. I walked the few blocks back to the van park. I showered, shaved, and put on a nice aftershave, giving my Sister the best first impression I could.
I got to the statue in the middle of the park early and waited for Jennifer to arrive. I was there for twenty minutes, and no one turned up. It was already 12:05 when I saw a red dress, and I sat on the bench as she walked past me and headed to the statue. I stood shaking as I walked up behind her, tapped her on the shoulder, and froze when she turned around.
"Fuck, what are you doing here. I don't remember telling you I was going to meet my Sister!" I said, in a startled voice, trying not to sound disappointed.
"Shit, you didn't say your name was Bobby," She said, with her hand over her mouth, in shock.
"Jennifer?" I asked, hoping in vain that the girl I met last night wasn't my long-lost Sister.
"Bobby?" Jennifer asked, her body slumping, not the reaction I was hoping for.
I stepped forward and hugged her, holding her to me and praying she didn't run away. She held me tight, and I could feel her anxiety rising the longer we held the embrace.
"Don't go," I pleaded, as I could feel her jumpiness.
"I need you. I don't know why," Jennifer said, and I could hear the crack in her voice.
"I'm not going anywhere," I said, tears filling my eyes, and try as I might, I couldn't hold back the sobs.
"Sorry," I said, wiping the tears on my sleeve.
"Don't be. At least I know it means as much to you as it does to me," Jennifer said into my ear.
"OK, I see it now. Without the alcohol, your eyes are like our uncle Ronny's, and mine," I said, when I pulled back and looked into her eyes again.
I hugged her again, not wanting to let go. The closeness felt too good. Eventually, we started to walk side by side, joined at the hip. I told her the story Ronny had told me, starting from the beginning, and shared everything I knew about our Sister, whom she had never met.
"I was adopted by my Mom and Dad, Edith and John. When I was eleven, my Mom died from cancer, and my Dad couldn't cope and left me with his Mother for a few years. Dad took a job driving trucks and provided for me, but he only dropped in and spent one night with us every few weeks. That's how my life went until I left home at eighteen and moved into my apartment," Jennifer said, her head hung low.
"I'm sorry about your Mom. I lost my Dad a little while ago, and it hurt like hell. It must have been shattering at eleven," I said, as we walked along the path.
"I didn't know she wasn't my real Mother until Dad's Mom blurted it out during an argument. I don't blame her. I was a shit. I never sleep well, and when I was a teen, I blamed the world for my troubles," Jennifer said, walking with her arm around my waist.
"My car is over here if you want to see my little trailer, and I can also show you the paperwork I got from Uncle Ronny if you like," I said, pointing to my truck.
"OK, you have seen my apartment, so it's only fair I get to see yours," She said, as we headed in that direction.
I pulled up in front of my fifth wheeler and was fumbling with the keys. But when I opened the door, I heard Jennifer draw a breath.
"I thought you were pulling my leg, and when you couldn't find the key, I was ready for you to go around the back and show me some tiny old one with no wheels," She said, looking around inside my home away from home.
"No, it's mine. I got the truck and trailer together because you need the correct towing capacity for the weight," I said, showing her my computer in the back slide-out section.
"That's a nice computer. Do you program for a living or something?" Jennifer asked, looking over my gaming keyboard and mouse.
"No, I make a living streaming," I said, putting the kettle on the gas burner.
"That's not a real thing, is it?" She asked, but I just waved my arms around at my van.
We sat down at the table and sipped the coffee, looking through the paperwork that entirely covered it.
"Melanie was last in Bakersfield, but when I checked, the address was for a church shelter," I said, as I blew over the top of my cup before taking another sip.
"They kept her first name," Jennifer said, as she used my laptop to look up homeless shelters in Bakersfield.
"Her name didn't change? Maybe our birth mother or Father came back for her before she was adopted," I said, but I wasn't sure if that was even possible.
"We have to find her," She said.
"I will be heading for Bakersfield as soon as I can. But for now, I have to start my Stream. Do you want to keep looking over this stuff, or do you need a lift to work?" I asked as I put the cups in the sink.
"No, I have a few days off. I worked the last ten in a row. I would be happy to look through these papers and check some things on the internet if that's OK with you?" she said, sorting the papers into stacks.
"I would be happy as long as you don't download any files and kill my internet speed. I will be using most of it to stream video. Make yourself at home and eat anything you like. There are plenty of snacks in the cupboards," I said, and started to set up my game.
I was well into my Stream when she came up behind me and leaned over my shoulder, bringing a burst of chatter onto my chat feed.
"You are making the day for about eight hundred nerds right now," I said, to let Jennifer know that she was live on cam.
"Sorry," She said, and bounced back away from my seat.
"Now you just broke eight hundred hearts," I said, my finger still on the mute all button.
"What are you playing?" She asked, moving back into the frame and making my chat go wild again.
"It's a first-person shooter. Here, have a seat," I said, getting out of my chair and setting her up with my headset.
I showed her the necessary buttons to push, and she quickly got the hang of the game. Meanwhile, I plugged in an old headset to check that the guys she was playing with were being nice. I needn't have worried. They were running through the map, showing her all the bits she needed to know. She even got a few kills, no mean feat in this hardcore company.
"OK, guys and girls, Starbright has to sign off now. I will try to convince her to get on again another time," I said, switching to my signoff video and closing the cam window.
"You have good reflexes. It must run in the family," I said, as I took off her headset.
"That was fun," She said, as she untangled herself from the wiring around my set.
"Do you want to stay for some food and a drink? I'm sick of cooking for myself," I asked, hoping she would want to keep me company.
"I thought you would never ask. I'm starving," she said, a bright smile coming to her face.
I took two cans of bourbon and Coke out of the fridge and showed them to her, and got a nod. I then started the meal by pulling out the outdoor kitchen, which had a small grill built into it. We chatted freely while I cooked, and I finished a few drinks, but nothing like last night. We both cleaned and slid the kitchen back into the side of the van, then just relaxed under the stars.
"Where did Starbright come from?' Jennifer asked, sipping her drink.
"Some movie I saw as a kid, it suits you," I answered, looking at her while she was staring out at the sky.
"The guys on there were adorable. Are they all like that?" She asked, looking at me and forcing me to look back at my can.
"Well, Jennifer, most are, in my channel anyway, and if anyone steps out of line, they will be shouted down pretty quickly. Anything more, and I will permanently ban them. I don't listen to dickheads like that. It's best not to give them any oxygen," I answered, realizing she might be thinking about doing another stream.
"Call me Jenny, I have never used Jennifer. How much does the average streamer make in a few hours like today?" She asked, looking at me again, catching me staring.
"It's a wide range, from $500 a month for a starter with no backing to $1000 a day once you get some subscribers. But after you are bigger than that, you get more from wearing someone's headphones while you are online or recommending a keyboard and mouse."
"Shit, $1000 a day, you are not real?" She asked, making me laugh and point at my van again.
"You also get invited all around the world to game launches and conventions. I went to New Zealand to the launch of Path of Exile a couple of years ago and got paid to be there," I said, looking at her with her mouth open.
"So, you are famous?" She said, with a smirk.
"In my very narrow field, I guess that would be true," I said, showing her my name on a gaming magazine cover from last year's Las Vegas convention.
"Shit," she said, and opened her phone to look up my name. "They don't mention your real name anywhere here."
"No, I keep that to myself. There are too many freaks that will send the SWAT squad to your door, thinking it's some great joke, until SWAT fires first before they realize the pointer in your hand isn't a gun. That actually happened a year ago, and a friend died live online," I said, driving home my point about online privacy.
"OK, no mentioning your name in stream," She said, sipping her drink.
"Are we going to talk about last night?" She asked, looking into my eyes.
"We didn't do anything wrong, and we had no idea we were related," I said, getting defensive.
"But the kiss?" She asked, then looked back to the stars.
"I know," I said, looking up too.
"I have had too much to drink to drive you home. Do you want me to set up the spare bed or call you an Uber?" I asked, hoping she would stay close to me.
"I can stay if you let me use your shower."
"I will grab you a towel and set up the bed," I said, heading inside.
Jenny disappeared into the small bathroom while I set up the bed by lowering the dining table and rearranging the cushions to make a mattress. I threw on some sheets and a comforter. I took off my clothes and crawled into my bed, and when she came out of the bathroom, she only had on her T-shirt. She looked at me for a moment in the dark, then sank into her bed.
It took me a long while to fall asleep, and during the night, I had a dream that someone was snuggled up against me. I slowly became aware that a streetlight beam was in my eyes, coming in through a gap in the curtain beside my bed. Then I looked down at the top of Jenny's head. I could also feel a hand wrapped around my cock, and its head pressed against her body.
Her breathing was slow and steady, and her hand didn't move on my cock. I had my arm around her waist and my hand on her chest just under her breast. I couldn't get over how comfortable I was in this ordinarily awkward position. I didn't want to wake her by moving, so I stayed still and eventually floated back to sleep.
I heard a low moan, then another. My eyes shot open when I realized it was me making the sounds. This time, her hand was moving as it slid my cockhead along the crack of her ass. My hand was now cupping her breast, and I closed my finger and thumb around her nipple.
"Don't pull away. I'm so close," Jenny whispered, between pants.
"Are you sure?" I asked, but my body didn't want to go anywhere.
"I'm coming!" was her answer as her hips bucked back onto my cockhead, sinking it in between her legs.
My cock lurched and spasmed and released a jet of my seed between her thighs, followed by another and another. She kept sliding my cockhead back and forth, helped by my sperm lubricant, until my cock spasmed its last shot.
"We made a bit of a mess," She said, reaching for my tissue box beside my bed.
We stayed in an embrace for a long time. Her breasts crushed against my chest. It felt so wonderful to hold her, but it must be wrong. It just didn't feel that way right now.
"I never sleep this late," I said, as I looked at my phone for the time.
"Me either, but I'm hungry now," Jenny said, climbing out of my bed, showing me her naked body.
I got out of bed, threw on some shorts, and started some bacon and eggs as Jenny put on some toast. She was still only wearing a T-shirt over her nakedness, and it was distracting me no end. As I cleaned up the plates and she dried, I couldn't help kissing her again.
"It still feels the same," She said, as I pulled back from the kiss.
"I know," I said, not sure what I was hoping for.
"I'm going to Bakersfield and search the shelters for anyone who has heard of Melanie. It's a long shot, but it might get us a lead," I said, settling in the chair outside the van.
"Do you want me to come along? Two people might cover more ground," She asked, sitting and cupping her hands around her coffee mug.
"I could do with the support. Can you get the time off?" I asked.
"I'm casual, so I pick my days to work. The other staff will enjoy the extra hours and tips," She said, smiling at me.
"Road trip!" I yelled, causing a few other campers to look at us, and got a giggle from Jenny.