Editor's note: this fictional work contains scenes of fictional incest or fictional incest content.
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I have to say that at first I was embarrassed. I mean it was my sister, Mel that was supposed to be the slutty one. Now that she'd caught me with my legs wide open and being roughly fucked by a hunky Spanish lifeguard, I could hardly call her a tart, could I?
However if anything the secret we now shared about my little extramarital peccadillo, brought us closer if anything. Sisterhood can be a wonderful thing. Not that I was in a hurry to tell her that I'd wanked off a fat stranger and been fucked by three other men a couple of nights earlier. Well, there are limits.
The evening after my afternoon fun with Juan, we had a quiet evening. To be honest I needed the rest! The next morning Mel brought me a coffee and sat on the end of my bed sipping her own cup of tea. She was in a short t-shirt and tiny panties. Her legs looked long and shapely and I found myself wondering what mine had looked like, when she'd barged in and found them spread wide for Juan. After a few moments I took the plunge and asked her,
"So, this party tonight. Do you really want to go?"
I was half hoping that she'd say no. After all there was a pretty good chance that if Juan wanted to have me again, I'd let him and I really did feel guilty about cheating on my poor husband, Phil. However, I was aware that something was blossoming inside me. A part of my character that I'd never suspected even existed. I found that I liked being a slut. There was no denying it. The dirty sex was addictive. The worse I behaved, the naughtier I was, the more I found that I liked it and I found that I didn't want to stop exploring this new part of me.
"Yeah, why not. It'll be fun." Mel responded to me.
"Look there's no easy way to say this. But Juan...well you know what I let him do and he may well think we're like that all the time. He might expect it again. Or want to do it with you." I stammered.
"I bloody well hope so. The only reason I said we'd go is that I'm hoping to get some of what you did Sis." Mel said, with a grin. I thought for a moment and had a sip of coffee. Then asked,
"What sort of party are you expecting?"
"Well, after how easy you were. No offense. He probably thinks we're a right coupe of tarts. It'll probably be a few beers with him and his mates then a trip to the bedroom." Mel said.
"God! That sounds ghastly." I replied.
"Well I don't think he's taking you home to meet his mother." Mel said with a chuckle.
"And you still want to go?" I said, incredulous. Mel just laughed and replied,
"Why not. We're on holiday aren't we? It'll be an adventure. Something to look back on and neither of us has to do anything we don't want too. Do we?"
Well I supposed not.
"Now what are you going to wear?" Mel said.
After I made a few suggestions about what I could wear Mel insisted that nothing was quite right and so we made a shopping trip. We mooched around the market then had lunch and finally Mel found what she thought I should wear. I thought it was obscene. I thought she'd have me looking like a prostitute. However, Mel insisted and I ended up buying the outfit that she recommended.
It consisted of a loud, pink bra and matching thong. A thin white blouse and a very short, denim, mini skirt. The bra was clearly visible though the white blouse and if I even slightly bent over I'd be flashing my bum in the tiny skirt. When I looked in the mirror back at the hotel I thought I looked like a whore. I have to admit, I liked it. I'd never dress like this at home. But here? Who knew me. I could be someone all together different.
Mel did my makeup as she's really good at that sort of thing and I couldn't help thinking that if I was dressed like a hooker, at least I looked like an expensive one. Then I sat on the bed and chatted to Mel as she got ready.
She had no inhibitions, well how could she after seeing me like she had. She stripped naked right in front of me as she tried on different outfits. I found myself appraising my sister body and comparing it to my own. She had longer legs and slimmer hips. But I had bigger boobs and a more womanly figure. She shaved her pussy bald and I could see her slit. Would Juan be inside that pussy tonight?
I'd never really looked at another woman naked. I had to look away. I was finding my own sister attractive! Now that was so wrong! Still there was no denying, My sister was hot! She finally decided on wearing a pale blue crop top which showed off her slim figure, along with tiny white hot pants with a little g-string beneath. She was on the pull and it showed.
We shared a bottle of wine as we waited for time to be picked up. Even as we joked the butterfly's were rising in my stomach. Even Mel seemed to be losing her earlier bravado. I think had Juan been 10 minutes late we would have called the whole thing off. However the good looking bastard turned up on the dot and bundled us into his car. It was a real piece of shit, rust bucket and I was worried about it even getting us ten yards.
It chugged and spluttered its way out of town and into the hills behind the resort. Finally we entered a quaint little village with white walled houses and we pulled up outside a two story house with a small courtyard. He showed us inside and told us this was his uncles house. In a lounge, sparsely filled with furniture there were seven or eight men.
"Oh god! Mel was right. They thought we wee just a couple of easy English sluts! But then Juan told us it was his baby brothers birthday and introduces us to a sixteen year old boy. There was another man who looked in his sixties two in gray hairs in their fifties and various uncles and cousins. Perhaps I was jumping to conclusions and it really was just a family party. Although it did seem strange that they would invite Mel and I to a family party. And why were there no other women?
At first we all chatted and got to know one another. Most of the men were very polite and most spoke some English. A couple, like Juan were fluent and translated for those who weren't. Our wine classes were kept full and they played sultry Spanish music. We'd been there a while when one of the uncles produced a spirit that he brewed himself. He insisted that we try it and boy, was it strong. He made a toast and we took a shot, then another toast was made and we had another shot.
I lost count of how many drinks we'd been plied with, but when one of the men suggested that we danced, I was more than ready. If nothing else to get away from the alcohol. Mel got her hands on Juan, while I danced with his little brother, Angel. We moved slowly to the music and Angel had his hands on my hips. He was just the same height as me and looked very young. I couldn't help thinking to myself, how sweet he was.
Juan was whispering to Mel and she giggled and nodded. Then drawing me aside she explained that as it was Angels sixteenth birthday, Juan has asked if we'd give him a little treat.
"Like what?" I asked.
"Like a little lap dance, maybe a quick flash. Juan would be very grateful." Mel said.
Well it seemed churlish to say no after such wonderful hospitality. So I agreed. Angel was put in a chair in the middle of the room and the men stood in a semi circle around the edge of the room. The music was changed to a pumping dance track and Mel took to the centre of the room She danced like I've always imagined strippers do. Shaking her arse and pushing out her tits. Then to my amazement she looked Angel in the eye a she undid her shorts. She then them fall and stepped out of them
As she was in a g-string it meant her ass was pretty much fully exposed. She danced right up to Angel and then spun around, so the her back and naked bottom was just inches away from him She waved her arse at him and jiggled it. Angel couldn't resist reaching out and stroking my sisters buttocks. She just smiled and allowed him to feel her up. Angel was grinning as he enjoyed his present. Then she took a step forward, span and faced him and took hold of the hem of her top. Then with a wink to Angel, she lifted the top and flashed the young man her firm tits.
"How will you beat that?" Juan whispered, beside me. I can't tell you why, but I knew I was going to beat what Mel had done. Like the night when we'd done the wet t-shirt competition, I had to go further. That, and I wanted to impress Juan. As Mel rejoined us. I took center stage. I allowed myself to feel the music and swayed as I looked Angel in the eye. And slowly, very slowly undid the buttons of my blouse.