This is my sister and I’s first summer home from college. I just finished my sophomore year in college, and my sister, who is a year younger than me, just finished her first year. This is an annual tradition that Dad will start again in the summer since we are all home.
“What’s in the bag?”
“Nothing.” She was hiding something.
“For the trip?”
“Maybe.” Sarah turned around, put the bag on her back and shook it back and forth.
“Has Dad told you where we’re going?”
She smiled and said, “Maybe.”
“Tell me. Just tell me.” And I stopped reading.
“Clean the dishes.”
“No.” I sat back down. “I can wait for Dad.” She knew I didn’t want to wait.
“Okay,” she shrugged, sticking out her lower lip and starting to walk away.
“No wait!”
She turned around.
“What?”
“Wash the dishes, I’ll help you do something else.” She was very sweet, patting, which was a great skill she had developed.
I just kept looking at him.
She continued in a sing-song voice: “If I do this, you’ll know where we’re going.”
“Okay. Fine. Food,” I said.
Then she ran out of the room.
I yelled after him. “You didn’t tell me!”
All I heard was “Wait!”
About fifteen minutes later, I started reading again and she was back.
“This is…” I stared at her, “…a swimsuit!” She put her hands on her hips, turned to the side, tilted her head, draped her hair over her shoulders, and smiled at me.
“Annoy!”
My twenty-year-old sister is preparing her new swimsuit for me. It is very red and very short. There are just cords on the sides and tiny straps on each hip bone. The base was the tiniest little triangle, covering less than an inch of her back when she bent over. I could see the full bulge of her ass. I saw her slim waist, the muscles of her shoulders, the bend of her hips, her flat stomach, a tiny teardrop in the middle of her navel that narrowed to a little space between her long legs. I love the red color on her soft and fair skin, her long black hair hanging over her face, her red lips and white teeth smiling at me. The image of her at that moment is forever etched in my mind.
Since when did she become so sexy?
I sat in my chair and stared. It feels like more. I couldn’t stop looking at her.
She faced me with a smile, then turned around and looked over her shoulder at her ass.
“Great?” Hands on hips now.
“I love.”
“Does that sound about right?”
“I like it,” was all I could say.
She bounced. Excitingly. I could see her breasts pulling the little piece of cloth with each bounce, the flesh swelling slowly around the edges. Her legs were spread and I could see her pussy. I could see the fluffy hair peeking out from under her ass.
She followed my gaze and I saw her blush, quickly bringing her legs together and turning her hips towards me.
“Sorry, I need to shave.” She turned away from me now, but gave me a full view of her ass. She looked back then, and I could see the embarrassment in her eyes. But enjoying my reaction.
Then suddenly she came, ran out of the room and yelled, “Cook!”
“We’re going to Florida,” I said after him. “Where?”
“Daytona! We’re driving.”
“To drive??”
I heard it right.
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I couldn’t understand how it happened, and a sense of curiosity and compulsion rocked my world. I know where it starts. That simple car trip, three weeks into the summer my sister and I spent our first summer home after college with our parents. We had never driven on vacation before, and to save money, Dad decided we would just “drive.” We didn’t mind.
The plan was that at each hotel we would book two rooms, one with a double bed for Mom and Dad and the other with two double beds for my sister and me. I remember this feeling a little weird, but it really wasn’t a big deal, it wasn’t. Still, there were moments on the first night when we were watching TV in the same bed, Sarah in a long t-shirt and me in boxers.
I asked, “Where is that swimsuit?”
Her mouth was full of food, “It’s in my bag.” She glanced at me, smiled, and wrinkled her nose at me.
“Have you ever tried that because…”
He finished my sentence, “…I showed you. No.”
“Yes.” I continued watching TV. I felt a little warm inside.
The second night of the drive, we were somewhere in Missouri and it was an incredibly hot and humid day and we had to stop earlier than planned because of some “bugs” in the car. The hotel has only one room with two double beds. So tonight my parents sleep in one bed, and my sister and I sleep in the other bed. The room was small and all four of us were sweating a lot, red and hot.
The car’s cooling system wasn’t working properly, and to save the engine Dad had to not only turn off the air conditioner but also blow heat into the car. The temperature is 100 degrees with the heater on. My sister and I were so uncomfortable it was almost unbearable as we sat in the backseat soaked in sweat. Our legs were glued to the seats. Every time we stopped, the air in the car was still, the heat overwhelmed us and stifled us. I could smell Sarah, she smelled so sweet, so sweet I couldn’t remember. Even just smelling her scent made me feel a little aroused. Like cinnamon, musky, earthy, moist, and sometimes sensual.
I would look at her glistening neck and know I could slide my fingers over the lubricated surface, across her collarbone, over her top, between her breasts. She was only half dressed, and I could see her glistening midriff, soaked with sweat that seeped into her faded tight denim shorts, which were buttoned just off. No bra. Her face was flushed red and lips swollen with heat. She sat with one leg lifted, her knee pressed against the back of the chair. I would glance at the bulge in her shorts . . .her thighs, her glistening legs . . .her feet were bare and had paint on the toes.
I would close my eyes, slide towards the half-open window, and press my head against the glass. Let the wind blow through my hair and feel my heart beating.
That day “something” happened.
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Because of the car, we couldn’t reach our destination and had to stop, after driving 400 miles that day, we arrived at a hotel without a reservation. It’s amazing, amazing. We passed two other hotels because they were full. When Papa came out, his face was full of smiles.
“Good news! They have a room, but only one. It has two double beds. Looks like you two will have to share.”
“No big deal.” I shrugged. He looked at me.
He simply asked: “Is there air conditioning?”
That night, Sarah wore the same long T-shirt and I wore the same gray boxer briefs. We were all bathed now, tired but in clean, fragrant, air-conditioned, “our” beds. The quilt was still covering me, and I sneaked a glance, first at my parents, then at my sister. We were tired, bone tired, but I felt the slight thumping of my heart as we pulled back the sheets and slid in from the edges of the bed. Seeing her T ride up a little gave me a brief glimpse of the soft contours of her thighs and hips. The bed was heating up and I could feel the heat emanating from her armpits and the smell of her washed hair, and I put my nose under the sheets – it was her smell again. I’m so happy, it’s so good. This will never come again.
We turned off the lights and I lay awake for quite a while and my eyes felt glazed over. I could feel the mattress bounce whenever she moved. I could feel the sheets move away from me as she lay on her side facing away from me and gently pulled them back towards me, feeling her move a little as I pulled. After a while there was silence and I knew she had fallen asleep. Her soft breathing. Slowly, slowly I moved.
I felt her hand on me and woke up instantly, I turned my head without moving and looked at the clock, it was three in the morning. Her shoulders were above mine, now lying on my back. Light was coming into the room from the window and I could see her in the blue light and see her facial features. Her hair was spread around the pillow and her lips were pressed together gently. Her little nose opened a little with every breath. Her head tilted towards me so that I was a few inches away from her mouth and could feel her hair touching my face. Our shoulders pressed together and I put my hand on my stomach. The mattress was old and folded in the middle, which was probably due to our location as I was not even near the bed. I could have easily slid back, but I stayed put.
The more I thought about where I was, where we were, my heart started beating faster again. I could feel her breath, her warmth on my cheek. And that smell! I turned myself so that my shoulders were slightly below her shoulders, I was just facing her, not on my side, but at an angle. I put my right hand on her stomach, right over her t-shirt, placed it in the middle of her stomach, right between her navel and her ribs, just feeling the rise and fall of her breath. She moved only slightly at my touch, and when she patted me gently I felt her hair touch my ear.
What the hell was I thinking? Why did I do this? Even just putting my hands on her. I heard her breathing, felt her, smelled her soft hair, felt her warmth, felt the weight on her shoulders. It’s so gentle and sensual. The cyan darkroom is simple and quiet. I had never imagined my sister in a sensual, erotic or sexual way, and now touching her gently, pressing my fingers into her stomach, it was all I could feel. My heart filled with a feeling of pure bliss.
I fell asleep again.
I woke up about two hours later and realized my right hand was still on her stomach, in the same spot. But then realized it was no longer on top of her t-shirt, but on her bare skin. I don’t know how the tee got up. She raised her right hand above her head, still resting on her back, still leaning on my left. The room was silent and I lay there, watching with all my senses where I was.
However, as I lay still, I began to move my fingers gently up and down on her soft skin, then the tiniest circles, feeling the light hairs in her middle, then I reached down to her left side, letting my fingers curl around her ribs, almost holding her close, pressing my palms on her. At the same moment, she took a deep breath and as she exhaled, she grabbed my hand, picked me up and placed my hand back under her side. I froze and looked at her. What does she think? I hold my breath. Surprisingly, I pretended to be asleep, but after a while she stopped moving and was still asleep. Her breathing didn’t change either. Another thing I noticed was that the blankets were taken off and we were only covered with a thin white sheet. I could feel her top being pulled off with the rolled up fabric just below her breasts pressing against me.
She was still holding my hand gently, our fingers intertwined and I really liked the feeling of it. We had never held each other’s hands before. I felt another sensation. My cock was so hard that its tip poked out of the top of my panties and I could feel my cum dripping down my stomach. My sister was holding my hand by the side of my hip, and as I turned slightly towards her, the tip of my cock was dangerously close to her hand. I lay quietly, still holding her hand. I imagined her under the clothes, thought about her soft bare skin, her hips, her panties, her body next to mine. Our level of intimacy during the evening is completely unrepeatable. This will never happen again and I want to see that.
So, I carefully hid my head under the sheet and got off the bed. The light shines easily through the thin fabric and covered by the cotton sheet, I can see her soft swollen belly, her sunken stomach, her hip bones and the thin fabric – her panties! White, shining in the low light. To get a better view, I turned a little and lowered my body a little. Her breathing was even, rising and falling. I could see her breasts had started to rise, the fabric of her t-shirt had lifted up a little, exposing the sides of her breasts, bare skin. I could see where we were holding hands, the head of my cock poking out of the top of my boxers, less than three inches from her bare thigh. She is so beautiful. It was so warm that the scent of her body washed over me and the sound of her breathing and the rise and fall of her belly seemed louder.
I let go of her hand and placed my hand on her stomach again, this time lower, covering her belly just below her navel. Her breathing was still steady, slow, rising and falling, still warm, soft cries. I could feel the soft foam, slowly sliding to the edge of her panties. My fingers rubbed against the soft white cotton edge.
I felt his hand take mine again, lift me off him again and back to him. I lay there, still, frozen, holding my breath under the sheets. He gently took my hand and wrapped his fingers around mine. His breathing changed slightly. I huddled under the sheets and couldn’t move, how stupid I was. . . . He must know.
The very next moment… he let go of my hand…
The sheets were pulled away and I jumped, her eyes were on me, she was looking straight at me, I could barely breathe anymore, my heart was pounding. What am I doing? What should I say? She saw me jump up when the sheets came up, my eyes were wide and undoubtedly glowing in the blue darkness.
She looked at me and whispered lazily, “What are you doing?” and threw the sheet over me like a tent.
Then, in this sealed little world I had created, full of scent and warmth, under our sheets and her naked body, she looked around and saw herself — and felt it.
She looked at me with a confused and unreadable smile. She then said with a knowing growl, “What are you doing?”
I just looked at him pitifully. I am so embarrassed. He looked at me with wide eyes and mimicked my expression, saying, “Get up.” I picked myself up from under the sheet and he let it fall on top of us again.
She pulled the T-shirt back up, lifted her hips a little, and pulled the T-shirt back up over her thighs, then without letting go of me, she turned her face toward me and breathed softly, “Be good. Go back to sleep.” Rod.
I said to him with my mouth: “I’m sorry. I…”
She closed her eyes and sighed lazily, “Yeah, I’m sure,” she turned away from me, pulling the sheets away from her.
But then she moved forward and gently held my hand. I wanted to make sure she was not angry with me, so I squeezed her hand gently and she squeezed mine back.
I don’t know what happened to me then, I was just glad she wasn’t angry, I started playing with her fingers, rubbing her palms, feeling the skin between her fingers, she reacted in the same way to me rolling over a little later, back on her back again. We lay there in silence, holding hands and caressing each other’s fingers, until we dozed off again.
The next day was going to be a day of sitting and waiting, Sarah woke up before me, showered, got dressed and was sitting on the couch reading a magazine when I came in and sat down wearing my boxers.
He looked at the boxer, then at me, “Good morning.”
“Good morning,” I replied uncertainly.
There was no acceptance last night, no accusing look. I am very happy.
A normal day.
We were bored that afternoon and just wanted to get away from our families and they agreed to let us wander around for a bit. We found this little park area with benches and an outdoor food court. We sat at an outdoor table, with cars coming in the distance, we were eating burgers and sodas in the heat and dust.
“It’s too long,” said Sarah, yawning.
“It’s boring,” I replied.
“Oh I don’t mind driving, I like seeing the scenery.”
“Do you know when we’ll arrive?”
“Dad said it would take us two days to start again.”
I looked at him: “He told you everything!”
“What??” he said, pretending to be surprised.
“He told you where we were going before I did.”
She smiled and touched her nose, “I asked.” Then she reached out and patted my hand, “I’ll try it some other day, it will work wonders.”
“Here.” I gave him the drink.
She tilted her head back, draped her long hair over her shoulders, and sat back in her seat.
“The first thing I did when I got there was find the beach, I wanted sand between my toes!”
“Ah” I said like a saint
“What?”
Thinking about it, all I could say was, “Swimsuit.”
“So? I want a whole week of sun, water, and sand. We’ve already lost a day.”
I stared at him.
“What?”
“nothing nothing.”
“Come on. I get crazy when you do that.” She leaned towards me, drinking my soda.
“That’s just it. When you say it like that. That’s it… I imagine you in that bathing suit.”
She paused, thought about her performance, and smiled.
I continued, “Laying on the beach. That’s all I can imagine.”
“Yeah, well…” she lowered her body, leaned forward and looked at me, “you’re probably thinking about a lot of things after last night.”
I turned beetroot red.
Then whispered: “You like to watch, don’t you!”
“Shh” I looked around. “I don’t…”
She smiled, played with the straw, and glared at me.
“That’s not it. I didn’t see anything.”
“I bet it is! Get under the covers,” she said, covering her head with an imaginary sheet and looking down at her body. “No, it’s nothing like that!” Then she put her hand down again.
I looked everywhere. Nobody paid any attention.
There was silence.
She bowed her head down, letting the edges of her black hair touch the surrounding table.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Turn off the light. Try and see if I can get it back where it was and see what you see. There!”
“Wait!” I looked around again.
Then she said to the table, “Okay. I think you’ve seen enough,” and then she looked up again, her expression serious. “Hey!” she winked at me, “how come my pajamas are so high up?”
“Shhh.” I’m ready to get up now. People can hear this. My face is bright red. So embarrassing. I didn’t expect this problem to come up today.
“I didn’t. I had nothing to do with this. I swear.”
Only then did she realize she had gone too far and said as disarmingly as possible: “I was just joking. It’s no big deal…”
I’m just looking down at the table. Embarrassed. She knows.
Her voice softened again. “Jason. It’s no big deal…Jason. Jason! Look at me.”
I looked up.
“Listen. Honestly, I like…you know, holding your hand. Having you with me. It’s nice. I haven’t held anyone’s hand in a long time.”
“Yes, I am your brother.”
She shrugged. “It’s just the hands, and…” For a moment, her eyes glazed over, she lifted her hands to look under the imaginary sheets, looked down, then looked at me.
I got up.
“Oh, I’m not going there, just sit down.” She walked to her seat and leaned towards me again, “Okay? It’s okay, it’s just hand holding. I…I haven’t done anything in a long time…”
“what? What do you mean?”
“…Maybe that’s why I like it.”
I looked towards him.
“You know – the thing!”
“thing?”
“Oh my god! The kids!”
